She is a hive full of
Sweetness.
But , never far from
the sting .

“I see you “ she smiles
as she touches my face .

Upstairs she lies
with coverlets and curtains.

I am searching
and searching.
But , for what
I’m not sure .

Maybe diamonds
but probably
Fireflies and Lace .

Working towards not
losing my shadow.

My inertia’s held
prisoner
to her beauty
my moral vision
called and questioned.
The death of leaves ,
stranded on the high wire
in the back of beyond.

Now listen to the truth: You have little to no power.
What happens is by pure chance and the roll of the dice.
There is no karmic response from the universe.
You are ironically sentient for no reason other than to suffer.

So what is the point? The midnight ocean, a tropical
Sunset, vanilla ice cream, words that resonate, a good battle won,
The feel and taste of a lover, the child skipping down the street,
The energy of sunlight and the calm of darkness. And one more day.

They met up.
She said: we’re done.
He pleaded.
She rolled her eyes.
He cried.
She laughed.
He sniffed.
She blew smoke into the air.
He coughed.
She walked away.

On dit communément
"La plus belle fille du monde
Ne peut donner que ce qu'elle a"
Dixit Sébastien-Roch Nicolas de Chamfort. Et il poursuit :
"Ce qui est très faux : elle donne précisément ce qu'on croit recevoir puisqu'en ce genre c'est l'imagination qui fait le prix de ce qu'on reçoit"
Voilà ce que tu me fredonnes en boucles
Pour me faire comprendre que tu es ma muse
Et tu me chuchotes que tu es généreuse
Et ce généreuse-la génère en moi des génies et des elfes et des étoiles
Géantes
Tu me donnes des ailes et je me gonfle et m'élève et je me fais Musc.
La plus belle Muse du Monde ne peut donner que ce qu'elle a.

Ce que tu possèdes, Muse, c'est ce venin de ton ombre qui m'empoisonne
Et moi Musc, je t'apporte en dot son antidote dont je foisonne.

living on cloud eight
one less than higher demand nine
this view is just fine

I don't believe in soul mates
What I do believe in
Is people that connect
On some deeper level
Immediately upon acquaintance
And not meaning you agree
On where to eat for dinner
But the connection where your heart
Seems to slip out
Of your rib cage
Because it's found a home
Outside of your chest.

I walked until I saw the ocean.
And the wind made me think.
I stared at the waters and I saw your eyes.
I closed mine and I could feel your hand.

Memories of a past that I did not live.
In a present that I cannot see.
Dreaming about a future that don't belong to me.

I think that is my purpose.
A dream surfer.
A mind dweller.
A dead poet.

But now my feet are wet.
My clothes are not clean.
The sun is about to set.
In an image that I've never seen.
The sun kissing the sea.
In a picture that not even the gods could foreseen.

I must now go to a place that I cannot be found.
Deep waters….
If you want you can come too.
Because in the depths of my mind I found you.

I am here, but you can't see me.

I am close, but you can't touch me.

I am thinking of you, but you don't know it.

I am praying for you, but you don't hear it.

I care for you, but it may not be obvious.

I cry for you, but keep my tears carefully hidden.

I am here.

How different would things be if I weren't?

Calm as a creek,
Strong as a river,
Beautiful as a flame,
Dangerous as a wildfire;
Do not cross a woman
With a mind like the ocean
And a soul made of fire
If you are not prepared for a
storm

If you've seen me
If you've listened

If you read me,
I am fire.
Filled with ambition, love, an emotion.
I'm my own canvas
I write my story.
If I were a book, would you read through all
The pages from the hurting to success?

What is real to you
Will prosper.
I imagined her into my life
While I was writing blessings to him
For a new chapter; knowing it won't last.
I'm happy with all these pages,
Yet I'm still writing

The softer the skin,
The sharper the teeth,
Smiling back in a paradigm of grief.

i am a girl that is gone.
i am a boy that is gone.
i am something in between that is gone.
gone, gone, gone.
altogether.. i am gone.

why can't you see
that i love you
maybe its cause
i can never tell you
as days go by
i fall a little more
knowing that
you'll probably never
feel that way too
~thara

Sometimes,
being good
isn't about
acting kind.

You held the paper
between you lips
and inhaled

I've never
Been so jealous
Of a cigarette

We all face tough stuff in life.
And I am not going to debate whether someone else's rough patch was rougher than mine, suffered more, fell to lower lows.
What's the point of that?
When you suffer you suffer.

My shadow
it wants to be me,
it's jealous,
can't walk and can't sleep.
It thinks
that I'm living a dream,
and to be me
it would do anything.

Be careful
what you wish for
- I say to it.

I want more beer, but it's far too hot to take the walk.
At times like these
I wish I had a car.

keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.

So much depends
Upon

A great blue
Ocean

Blanketing over the
fishes

Shimmering under the
Sun

If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.

Fri, 23rd August 2019

I know we've met before
Let it be in dreams or real life
I know you're my better half

I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.

“This is my last time”,
I said 4 times ago
As I paint my brittle fingernails
Red with blood

The only thing....
Standing in between dreams and reality.
Is yhu...

He was the hurricane,
And I was his eye.
22/8/2019