I pull my thoughts
before they cross the periphery
of my realm to enter yours

like one yanks the rope
in the game of tug-of-war
only that it's just me,
not playing but yanking

only that it's me
who would get hurt
even if I yank the rope
even if I don't

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My Love

It is only fair that I warn you, my love. I'm a vial of poison, and you are the one who believes it is of sweet red wine.
Although I do suppose they appear the same.

Please understand, everything that crosses my path,
everyone I touch turns to stone. I drag them one by one with thorn covered ropes over my shoulders and stand them evenly apart in the barren gardens of my soul.

Not as trophies, but reminders of the many who have lost this impossible game of tug of war. There, they are the only decorations that dot the vast desserts of snow under the skies of my stark eyes.

Every now and again a new statue will rise up from the pages of fate. Their numbers grow and crowd the land faster than they crumble to snowflakes that add on to the ones before them, faster than the time it takes for me to move on from each.

Soon enough will they all be swallowed, sunk into the quicksand.
And soon enough, I shall follow not too far behind.
And perhaps you shall be the last.
Perhaps you will be the reason I become hollow.

So, now that you understand, are you still willing to spill your blood in exchange for my love?

- Zizzy M

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One day
the realization descends
that one actually belongs to none
and still being pulled
in opposite directions.
A part of being pulled for use
and another pushed to be shunned
One tends to play that rope
in a tug of war
where different parties
boast of winning on him
But he, the rope,is destined
to be abondened

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खर्चों और तंख्वाह की खींचातानी में रहते हैं,
कुछ ख़्वाब मेरे अधूरे से इसी में उलझे रहते हैं।

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We are superstars,
when we win our
tug of war with life...

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2am to me feels like 2 extremes of a rope.
A tug of war, where there's never a draw.
It can mean sharing of giggles and love,
Or it's to absorb the darkness of despair;
To assemble the disheveled pieces in you.

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Nothing went to be right
as i didn't opt for the wrong
in this tug of war and rivalry.
With own existence i lapsed ,
a question which stinks me,
sometimes haunts itself
So my farewell then ,Adieu.

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Conversations
between trembling breaths,
sine wave pattern
of vapourised rhythms
becoming a victim
of nether unrest,
happy tug of war
between moist lips
located at different venues,
a merry tale of two prisoners
fighting to stay inside.

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I don't think "equal to" exists in relationships in the intensity of love. One side always loves more and intensely. Relationship isn't a scale in equilibrium that will tip and sway at a minor inconvenience. But a constant tug of war. This difference of love is what I assume could be the driving force of relationships.

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The tug of war with self
Is the most difficult one to win
Mostly between heart and mind you dwell
And everything within — % &

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