Monday, March 24, 2014

They call me a drug.

From the tip of your broken nail
up the arms
up the skin
this girl crawls, climbs
through the limbs,
silences the pulsating sound
and that little brainy thing you have.
Unwinds the cord of unbeknownst senses
layer by layer
captures you from your loose clutches.

Cautious is what you were supposed to be.
Glad I am,
for the mistake you did.
Not transient, it's a lifelong mess.
They call me a drug, kid.
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20 comments:

  1. DAMN WOMAN!! DAAAAAMN!!
    Drug she is indeed!
    I took some time to figure this one out!

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  2. Oh wow! How do you come up with such lines Vinati? I mean, I get so jealous every time I visit your posts. They reek of feeling and tug something inside me that none of my own posts have been able to do.

    You are blessed. No, I am blessed. To be able to read your stuff.

    I love you for your words and more. Hugs! <3

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    1. I'm so brimming with joy right now. Thank you so much! You have no idea how glad I am to be appreciated by a wonderful writer herself.

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  3. They call me a Drug Indeed..

    Simply Woww

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  4. i like your 'just something' posts a lot :)

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  5. Yes.... yes! A drug...loving your words

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  6. Jeeez!
    It just gets better and better.

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    1. You are so kind. Thankyou!!!

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    2. Oh wow! Im awestruck now, you've found yourself a new fan!😍

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  7. What should I write here now? It just left me mindless, breathless, wordless. Awesome awesome lines.

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    1. That is a sweet thing to say.. thanks a bunch!!! :)

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  8. Awesome! u have got some funky imagination girl! keep writing :)

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  9. Great imagination and creativity! It just feels great to read such posts of yours.

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