Журналы Клубок on Sreyashi Choudhury
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there are so many things i could
say to you.
but the words that i come up with most
it wasn't my fault, but i
take the blame.
was there more i could do?
more i could say?
none of it would have made a difference.
we would still be here, apart,
you're with me now, in a different way.
that's what i hear, what they tell me.
Tuesday 1st March 2022 5:21 pm
I twist my brain in different directions, an attempt to make sense of the tragedy that befell upon you, upon us. A rope, already twisted and tangled, a feat to straighten it out that you also took onto your shoulders, when they were already bearing the weight of your own world. In a moment, you were gone. Spirited away into another dimension, occupying the space that Mother universe has provided y...
Tuesday 1st March 2022 5:19 pm
she'll still be here in ten years
our relationship but a crime
I will ony survive this trial if
I take it on one day at a time
philosophies come in guises
some aim at personal charm
other strive for success, or
the avoidance of self-harm
mine is to keep my head up
dont get agitated at her tics
ignore the tone of her voice
the jabs and yells and tricks
Wednesday 16th June 2021 12:19 pm
chalk dust on her hands
game chants in her ears
thirty heads a-bobbing
eagerly innocent dears
think she's like them, no
thoughts but right now,
her minds miles away:
why am I a silly cow?
daily strives to impress
ambitious hectic whirr
one bloke after another
none were right for her
as usual on auto-pilot
teaching maths by rote
kids get on h...
Thursday 20th May 2021 10:31 am
Fear is such a desperate thing
It tells you many lies
It tells you that you are not strong enough
It says you shall not win, cannot survive.
Fear claims you will not cope
Feeds you despair
It tells you words that you should never trust
It says that you will break beyond repair.
But if you've ever been afraid and heard
It whispering or shrieking in your ear
Then learn from your own pa...
Friday 26th February 2021 12:46 am
You know that song by John Lennon whatver gets you thru the night well this small story tells of a good little creature that helps me get through these almost apocalyptic days and nights.
I'll never forget the day I got mi cat, they let her out the little carry box and she walked on my coffee table, then she wondered off so casual like an estate agent checking out my flat. Into every roo...
Wednesday 16th September 2020 9:47 am
How many times must I rinse off the moon
And unpeel the stars from my skin?
Have someone ask what were you drinking?
How many times must I try clinging to lamp lights?
Try configuring keys into shining beacons?
I cannot see in the dark
Yes, blackouts steal my sight
But when finished,
I wake up feeling feverish
And fear ferments and festers
The night can be sticky
Monday 13th January 2020 2:41 pm
My bed is still warm
When the next body rolls in
But I'm not
- Or his -
- Or hers -
And I can breathe
I am consumed
I am part of you,
Of someone that lives
I will be
Because I'm not apart
Just a part
Monday 16th December 2019 3:11 pm
It's odd for me
To be down on my knees
Praying to a God
That I don't believe in
I asked him why
There's so much pain in my life
And the one bit of joy
Was cut off like a knife
I was angry and mad
Didn't expect a response
I was crying and yelling
In my little tiny house
I heard in my heart
The reason to be
That there wasn't a soul good enough
To fill the love that I need
Monday 19th March 2018 5:53 pm
Inside her closet are the remains of a broken umbrella with the materials in cinders.
Her skin cloak is draped over a spindley coat stand,
most people name it a spine,
most people's are strong,
They carry the puppet as if a master holding strings...
But sometimes autum's trees fall down
because nature is flawed.
Sometimes a stem ca...
Thursday 9th October 2014 8:19 pm
(I've been struggling to show anyone this poem for a long time but I've been inspired to let it free. These feelings are behind me now and it turns out writing was to thank for that afterall)
How does someone stop cutting?
Do they cut into the paper instead?
Replace flesh and blood with diaries and ink,
Replace physicality with mentality,
Replace actions with words,
It isn’t enough....
Saturday 13th September 2014 11:35 am