Decadence

She saw his greatness in everything that surrounded him and her, which basically meant that she saw his greatness in everything. She wanted him, but she was also scared of the all-consuming nature of her respect for him. How could she want, and hence hope to achieve, the very thing she knew was her unreachable ideal?

She thought of this day after day. Her all-consuming respect for him slowly transitioned inward, delipidating her like a flesh-eating bacteria, sucking her existence into the void of her, or rather his being. It drove her mad. She stopped eating, drinking, sleeping.

She loved him so much that she wore herself off.

Rather, she loved him so much that she wore her love off.

And then he died, but she had already been too dead to notice.

Unfinished

The softness of the velvet peeked unto my fingers and I knew that I loved that feeling.

I knew I would spend days caressing its flesh and inhaling its warmth.

I knew I would brush my toes against the bottom and tease myself into loving it even more.

I knew I would strip naked so that every curve of my body pranced in its fiber.

I knew I would bury my face in its folds and cry my worries out,

Only to know that it will absorb my tears and shower me with its softness.

But alas, I did not know that one day, it would rain,

And you would walk into my life.

I am the Leaf

The rose rests upon the stone.

Its softness seeps through the hard surface,

Its color branches out into the dull background,

Its boundaries recede as it hoists the flagrant leaves, which cut though what you thought was imperishable.

The rose is not my only being.

It is my Trojan Horse.

For I am that leaf that can destroy you.

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The Wandering Eye

The wandering eye

Met with my

Disguise.

And recognized me at once.

The wandering eye

Was exceedingly shy

Of my

Reality

Would it fall in love with me hence?

But alas,

The wandering eye

Was disgusted by

This lie

That I

Devised

To mask the beauty that made it shy.

I loved the wandering eye,

But alas,

I

Was too perfect, or too flawed

To try

And make it stop

From wandering by..

Animal Farm, except with rocks, and the ending they deserved

There is a rock that dances on the edge of the roof, and it is hollow.

Then one day, little rocks start falling into it and follow the big rock’s dance routine.

They fall into different sides of the hole. They are independent, but driven by the movements and rhythms of the larger rock.

Till one day, when they swivel and gyrate and land up together in the middle of the big rock.

The balance is disrupted.

It falls.

And only the little rocks survive.

The Persistence of Memory

Time stopped, and yet the clock ticked

Inside the little bubble where nature persists.

I froze, and yet my mind clicked

Inside my head.

Beauty

I went into a room of mirrors, to a room of millions of mes,

Where we were all the same, but for our personalities.

Now fall in love with me, and I’ll know it to be true,

Choose my image, and I’ll rescind my love for you.

Inspired by:

http://www.brainpickings.org/index.php/2013/07/01/survival-of-the-prettiest-nancy-ectoff/?utm_source=buffer&utm_campaign=Buffer&utm_content=buffercbd8b&utm_medium=twitter