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the scars on your shouldersthe scars on your shoulders
are braille to me, so that i
can read your skin, so that i
can know you better.
i like to listen to your heartbeat
and how it resounds differently
from mine, just so beautifully
like two songs played in tandem
to harmonise in rounds;
i like to hold your hands
and rub your back
so that maybe my love
can find its way through your pores
and seep into your blood
(never can i find the right words
to tell you just the way you feel to me)
and to think that and how i nearly missed you
makes me miss you more
every minute and mile we spend
i can't sleep with another body
in my bed,
but sleeping without you
we are not a fairytalewe are not a fairytale.
I am not the strong lead with a heart of fire,
bones of steel, and eyes of vapid curiosity;
motivation seeping through
my every last intended action because
I was written this way
(the heroine falls only to rise again:
proverbial phoenix, burning out
because it is the cycle of my
life) and you, you are not
the beautiful travesty, perfectly composed
to strike me where I’m weak and
[almost]human, delicately woven
like the tapestry of my dismantling—
a subtle irony where somewhere, a writer
chuckles softly, understanding
we are blinder than church mice, born
in a makeshift world of darkness where
Onceyour beauty lies restless behind those
hills, where you fought valiantly. and
the man you once were was brave and kind,
but now you are possessed by a passenger
of darkness, whispering words of your
the man you once were is forgotten, and
the man you are today, is only a ghost, a
shadow, of what you were before.
SurelyIt was raining
when we kissed for the first time,
for the last time.
sunk into the shrunken space
between our bodies
and divided us
like nothing could before,
like everything will
until that never again
when we will
see each other once more,
Your eyes were
that bewitching shade
of dull brown blue
with all of the light darkness
in a placid pond
around a pupil
overflowing with vacancy,
and my frowning smile.
The winter heat
fell like a rising tide
for our every breath
was another death
so black and full of life --
embracing our boiled ice skin
as we drew apart,
came together and broke free
Condemnedbeneath the beaten earth they lay,
their dreams condemned to ashes,
and our restless bodies stretch,
for forgiveness, for direction –
survivors of the abyss,
amidst wide-eye, silent soldiers –
so many dead, so many maimed,
how many graves are we standing on, today?
FossilizedLiving proof of fossils alive,
and no horseshoe-crab am I.
Nor, inhabitable harsh compression of plates,
residing under humid marsh-scapes.
I mold into the walls, as chalky old coal.
But I am no mineral, no era.
I am not, Mesozoic.
Through the ages
silver, gold and heroic.
I remain a still-life; and no Iduna's apples would retain my youth
No magic fountains, or time devices, or wrist watches.
I am the machine of time.
The watcher, omnipotent, the wise.
no God am I
Somewhere, sweet tangy sap trolleys down cracked bark.
Somewhere, celestial bodies erupt unseen.
Somewhere, a abrupt breeze blows overturned bi-cycle tire
I conjure the moon
as dusk crests,
a wave across the sky
I am lovely and lonely in
the night, shadow-
shackled to the mountainside
and the moths
unfurl their hamsa-wings as
mama calls me in.
bookworm“there is no such thing
as reading too much.”
that is what I tell you
when you insist
that there is some danger of
becoming lost in the stuff—
mistaking seriphs for serpents,
swallowing a story so whole
that its hook
sticks in my throat.
“there is no such thing
as reading too much”
I tell you, bold-faced,
surrounded by snakes
with a line through my lip.
VaseA broken heart can be excavated.
Damaged tissue can be scrupulously removed
and the cracks can be sealed
with the molten trails of gold solidified.
The upturned cavity,
once proofed against further damage,
can become a pulsing vase for tulips,
because even though your heart has been broken
it is still valuable beyond comparison.
silver dreams.i won't say a single thing
about what you and i did that night.
it wasn't anything bad, we were
made to do it.
but the way your tears fell down
in the shape of a cloud
and the pounding on the doors
told us the stars were calling.
more like the gates of hell, but
you think stars make the most delicate
There’s a knife turnin in my soft parts
And heat burnin my mind on hard starts
The motors runnin but I lost the wheel
Just want it to be numb don’t wanna feel
Take two steps back and put it in park
Before I leave scarred up black marks
I need a u-turn on this highway
But can’t go back on the by-way
So look ahead, the pavement goes on
Break the rear-view mirror it’s gone
Put it in drive
And say goodbye
Let’s see how fast this bitch can fly
nightmarethe foxes are at your bedside and singing--
songs of boiling thoughts
and broken muscles.
they sneak so quiet, and
you can't quite
Here and There, Now and ThenBurnt umber dawn, swaying electric trees
Thousands of souls chant in the summer wind
Journals of the dead are read by schoolchildren
They awake shaking someone else's dreams from their heads
Static electricity on the nape of your neck
In the television, on your phone, in your dinner
The calling of a murder of crows from the trees
You remember the view from the hospital room window
A smorgasbord of life and limb, death and decay
The antiseptic smell has an undercoating of rot and dirt
Talismans won't work any more than prayers and candles
Soldiers still fight lost wars, glory in the faded night
Tall fences are built to keep the worlds separ
Puppet My tears fall,
My heart beats,
because of the
SentimentsWhy one doesn't heed,
plea of an angel in dearest seat?
heart burning with grief...
Given the heart and soul,
for love doesn't rest anymore...
If thou shall know thy accursed,
brought into ruin as mind subterfuge...
over words that should've said...
Desolate loneliness awaits,
visions were now created...
angel of the brightest will...
Through faith, thus misery,
sentiments in heart to fill...
Images from the pastThose sweet things I longed to forget
Surely comes to memory, once I regret
Vision of your face , on that I've met
As Eros got loose, oh why didn't he let?
A weary head with eyes which loomed pain
As Dispater comes by, there he lift thy head
In walls of gratitude as darkness befriended
There, in his throne, he vanishes without trace
I shudder to think, why do I miss?
Smile on your lips that I long to kiss
I wanted to know how you disappear
Vanished but illuminated, as fast as a spear
How long could I withstand pain that I feel?
In this pandemonium place. . .site so unreal
As I sleep in my cell, oh I may have kneel
These damp im
Secret DesiresIn our hearts,
we bury our secret desires..
no one knows it
but only ourselves....
Do you want to know..
what desires my heart was keeping??
maybe fame or gold or power
or the wisdom to do, outpass the former...
As I stumble to darkness
no, I wont be afraid...
for my shining treasure
is guiding my way
Oh, my secret desire
is to be with you forever....
Does your desire in your heart
was to be with me too??
Sweet KissesWe don't know about the reason why
why does the one Almighty...
let us fall unto each other?
And suddenly you're here
without any second thoughts
How could you love me more and more?
Every night I cherish
the day you've made me complete
But every dream has it's own ending...
Why is it we couldn't dream forever?
where I could hold your hand
and kiss you and feel you in my arms...
How I wish everyday you're here
beside me all the time
how could I be strong if you are far away?
cherishing the moments
and those sweet kisses...
StorybookI know we can't be,
the sweetest lovers known...
and our names cannot be laid,
to storybook romance....
Why, i feel so sorry,
about letting you go so fast...
...away from me
tears won't stop...
As you left..i cried....
I felt loneliness again,
and making me think that
I can't hold on...
But even if our love story,
never be in books...
Even Romeo and Juliet'll envy,
this sweet name in mine I hold!
Sorry, A prayer...Sorry,
for the problems I had bought...
for the memories that pulled draught...
for the feeling that wasn't taught...
pray for someone
casted in a dim
dark seated throne of memories....
the one who hath bring
the pain and suffering
as I'm shattered with nothing to cling...
you...is it ok?
for I don't want to stop
'til I cleared what's in my heart....
guide the one....
I'll give my own life
for a timeless melody...
.....sorry for the feeling
I have towards you.....
GraveGlistening tears falling,
as one treads his path.
walking inspite all,
pain bellowin' in heart.
Revive the soul inside,
keeping the pain alive.
agony and despair,
as all goes the same.
Await one's death,
dwelling in some place,
with a beady eye,
misery forth come within.
Veil of darkness,
to heart been broken.
in abyss of nowhere,
body tormendted with regret.
Ethel blaze, persecute,
one with downcast glare.
tortured to death,
a sacrifice in a grave.
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