Scar

[Freaky]

Scar

How do I tell her that the only things left of the sweet innocence are things that make no sense


How do I tell her that now my favorite color is the red of cries, lies, lines and wines


How do I tell her that falling asleep is easier with counting scars than counting stars


How do I tell her that I feel claustrophobic, not only in the mob but also in my head


How do I tell her that now strangers don't seem as scary as the eyes staring in my mirror, wary


How do I tell her that I no longer wish to see this world that she unfurled

 

[Deepak Kiran]

Sometimes it’s
bigger than my
body, the body

that gave it
life, that is
its life—as if I’m

a frame for
it, as if it
continues beyond

my end, although no
one, not here,
can see where

it goes, how
far, & now
it finds

its way into
every possible
place I

imagine, even
the past, which believes
in my scar like

a prophecy, & like a god’s
work, I have no
memory of it breathing

into me &
abstracting me
to myth from which to

remake the world
into the rising
& falling

action of fiction—my body
as denouement. Sometimes I feel
it without waiting

for its hum on
the nerves, its shivering
arc from eye

to jawbone. How often
I want to
give it a voice so

it can tell
me what I want
it to say—that it knows

me like tomorrow
does. That a need lives
in lack’s because.

 

[Freaky]

Sometimes it’s
bigger than my
body, the body

that gave it
life, that is
its life—as if I’m

a frame for
it, as if it
continues beyond

my end, although no
one, not here,
can see where

it goes, how
far, & now
it finds

its way into
every possible
place I

imagine, even
the past, which believes
in my scar like

a prophecy, & like a god’s
work, I have no
memory of it breathing

into me &
abstracting me
to myth from which to

remake the world
into the rising
& falling

action of fiction—my body
as denouement. Sometimes I feel
it without waiting

for its hum on
the nerves, its shivering
arc from eye

to jawbone. How often
I want to
give it a voice so

it can tell
me what I want
it to say—that it knows

me like tomorrow
does. That a need lives
in lack’s because.

You wrote this?

 

[Ihsan]

Scar

How do I tell her that the only things left of the sweet innocence are things that make no sense


How do I tell her that now my favorite color is the red of cries, lies, lines and wines


How do I tell her that falling asleep is easier with counting scars than counting stars


How do I tell her that I feel claustrophobic, not only in the mob but also in my head


How do I tell her that now strangers don't seem as scary as the eyes staring in my mirror, wary


How do I tell her that I no longer wish to see this world that she unfurled

The urge to reply "tell them with your mouth" >>

 

[Freaky]

The urge to reply "tell them with your mouth" >>

Why did I not think of that

 

[YAMRAJ]

Scar

How do I tell her that the only things left of the sweet innocence are things that make no sense


How do I tell her that now my favorite color is the red of cries, lies, lines and wines


How do I tell her that falling asleep is easier with counting scars than counting stars


How do I tell her that I feel claustrophobic, not only in the mob but also in my head


How do I tell her that now strangers don't seem as scary as the eyes staring in my mirror, wary


How do I tell her that I no longer wish to see this world that she unfurled

Any type of scar give us a lesson and we should remember that...!

 

[Rockzz ✨श्वेतराग✨]

Scar

How do I tell her that the only things left of the sweet innocence are things that make no sense


How do I tell her that now my favorite color is the red of cries, lies, lines and wines


How do I tell her that falling asleep is easier with counting scars than counting stars


How do I tell her that I feel claustrophobic, not only in the mob but also in my head


How do I tell her that now strangers don't seem as scary as the eyes staring in my mirror, wary


How do I tell her that I no longer wish to see this world that she unfurled

It is better if there are scars on the body, just do not leave scars on the heart otherwise it hurts a lot.

 

[00Wolfie00]

Beautiful penned, scars are the printed memories.

 

[criss cross]

Scar

How do I tell her that the only things left of the sweet innocence are things that make no sense


How do I tell her that now my favorite color is the red of cries, lies, lines and wines


How do I tell her that falling asleep is easier with counting scars than counting stars


How do I tell her that I feel claustrophobic, not only in the mob but also in my head


How do I tell her that now strangers don't seem as scary as the eyes staring in my mirror, wary


How do I tell her that I no longer wish to see this world that she unfurled

Lovely

 

[Freaky]

Lovely

Thank you