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{October 4, 2015}   A little too much

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She does so many little
Things to draw my attention
She laughs a little too often
When mad, she blinks a little too much.

Stares a little too long,
smiles a little too big,
And talks a little too much about me
And its definitely working
I am talking to her a little too much
She is crossing my mind a little too often,
And I am clearly
Falling a little too
HARD…
– Seariousman

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{September 18, 2015}   Diary of a chaotic mind.

Even most romantic of souls, commit the most unromantic crime. This idea of pure love and yet we make lists in our head about what we want in a lover, like light brown hair and a sweet voice. A sharp mind and a soft heart, a sense of humor that gets to you, you laugh like you mean it. This and that. And it’s all bullshit. Silly, people aren’t lists. I have always wanted to be that person who makes people realize this and yet I am guilty of this crime. Very much so. I want to come across someone who is not anything like i have hoped for and show me what I didn’t even know I was looking for. All this while I thought what i wanted. I was fooling myself. Nobody really knows what they want. Not until its right in front of them.

would you be able to love me though? I would love to feel the love back, to be wanted. I recommend against it though because this feeling could heat your chest and bring the earth to flames. Silly, SALLY! I am a curious person.

Don’t fall in love with a curious person. I’ll want…want to know who you are and where you come from. How your family is. I’ll look at all your pictures and read all your poems. I’ll ask you to explode when you are angry and cry your heart out when you are hurt. I’ll ask you what it means when you lift your eyebrow.

I’ll want to know your favorite food, color, person. And I’ll ask you why. I’ll buy the camera you like, I’ll start listening to your favorite band. I wouldn’t be satisfied, I would want to know what makes you uncomfortable, what weighs on your mind, what makes you cry. I’ll want to know what i did exactly, what I did to make you love me. I hope you have photogenic memory. “what time was it?” “what did I do?” “How did you feel?” I WOULD WANT TO UNBUTTON YOUR SHIRT AND READ EVERY SCAR, EVERY MARK, EVERY CURVE, EVERY THOUGHT, EVERY EXTREMITIES, EVERY INCH BEYOND THE SURFACE. But if you still fall in love with this curious person, will you forgive me for being something that will eventually die? Somethings that we love will kill us, but aren’t we dying anyway?

Dear future lover,

It’s funny to think we are strangers . You are in a different room, a different house, different country, a different continent perhaps. Thinking about things that won’t even cross my mind.
It’s so funny to think, you are out there… Laughing, dreaming, looking at the moon, wishing upon the same stars, I look upon everyday.
It’s funny to think you will love me one day.
And  today you have no idea who I am.
ps:- Know that when you do, I will  take your breath away.



{July 29, 2015}   A poem that mocks !

As sure as colors are delightful,

as promising a mother’s love is to her child,

as pleasing is the rain to the earth

the only constant with SALLY is her unstable mind!!!

Driven by the teenage fanatics,

the women that grows in her day by day,

mocked by the expanding world,

independent VIEW , changing peers & hormones raging

gay as happiest being is she at moments,

while others are low and gloomy!!

Yes,her new acquires wises mocks her ‘leaving’ innosence

yes she is terrified by the laughter that doesn’t

indicate joy anymore,

for she is a mere poem that mocks itself.!!
-seariousman
——TADA——



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