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paracosms (read: prisons)

Hi everyone! Finally, I am here. I think tonight I’ll type up that monster free verse. I’ve been writing stuff like that everyday and I haven’t been happier. It’s a great way of working through my brain and healing myself. I am doing very well presently 😁

I hope you’re doing well too. I hope you maybe don’t hate my poems, even though they seem to have really changed recently.

also, the word paracosm always has a red line under it but i swear it’s a word okay? 😭 it means detailed imaginary worlds, if you don’t trust me ask google 😁

song: grateful - dhruv


solitude held her close in

the paracosms of her mind


in perfectly crafted lands void

of the hands that never touched her,

she found solace in loneliness


seclusion touched her soul,

polluted her mind until the

sun wasn’t bright enough to shine through

the clouds of isolation


solitude touched her skin,

bled its energy into her until she was

a

disgusting amalgamation of

pain and loneliness


the paracosms in her mind were

no place to reside,

yet she took comfort

in knowing reality was there

yet never really there


she observed reality,

through a foggy looking-glass;

shadows of hands and whispers of

moments she never truly experienced


she wore a little white and red dress

and flowers in her short hair

she held hands with fake trees

and danced with surreal books


she was translucent and hazy outside her mind,

to all the others.

they saw a girl who was half there,

singing to a tune no one heard,

and drawing pictures with ink-less pens.


her Angels pull her away,

and i tuck my hands into the pocket of my jeans,

and watch her leave the paracosm.


she fiddles with the skin tags on my fingers,

and i tuck hair behind her ear.

i hug her, and the Angels hug us both.

we are One again, and she

is finally voiced and heard

through me.


i’ll take care of her,

i promise.


the paracosms in her mind gather dust these

days.

she lives in the sun and stars

rather than walls and clouds

she is free from the touch of aloneness

she is free from herself,

finally finding her Self;

she has left behind

the paracosms of her mind

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