*i grew to be close friends
with the torment of small talk.
then came a time where i realised
that much like the homes
where we seek warmth,
i am strong enough to
endure earthquakes
and live with the cracks.
back when love was due
i daringly picked my poison:
the one with music in his veins.
the garish opals,
a cluster of a thousand suns
in your eyes are blinding,
but i live to see you.
with craving too grand for my husk,
i will crush my roses against yours.
once again reminding me how
for the bitter taste of pretense,
i fell six feet deep.*
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC
*remember the nights
we jumped the fence and
lie on abandoned lands?
we talked of tomorrow
and sang of true love
like both were promised.
the bruises on my shins;
of the same violet shade
as the skies of said nights,
still prettily dwell
after all these years.
yes, the same way your whispers
are the ghosts under my bed,
how every inch of the boardwalk
still reeks of your scent,
i still see your face
whether it be laced in
sweet dreams or nightmares.
all i have left of you are
ugly and pretty **** sad,
but though i haven't seen you
in the longest time, i bet you are still
crazy beautiful.
so tell me, love.
did the summer fling
you chased like the last train home;
the fire in the iridescent eyes of
that midnight *****
a future wife you tried to find
on the bottom of cheap ***** shots
or the ***** ground of alleys on
dark rainy days;
ever mend the bullet holes?
but worry not,
for even when i fade,
i am the star so near in
our constellation of two.
when you seek,*
i will find you.
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
*for humanity's sake,
bare to me all that you are.
we will paint these screens in
the shade of our souls.
i want your 2.a.m thoughts
inked on my skin paper thin,
every inch marked as yours
until kingdom come.
sing me to sleep the rhythm
of your biggest fears,
the darkest of all your secrets.
ever so gently my fingertips will
strum your beaten heartstrings;
we sin in perfect harmony.
this is the art of turning
walking pandemoniums
into treasure gold.
though your eyes are
clouded with wrongs and
so are mine,
in hell we'll burn
brighter than
heaven's light.*
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 8:23 AM UTC
*your raven hair falls
so lingeringly
surrounding the roses
blooming on your cheeks
the barren air kisses
your small tan face
good morning
your mouth whispers of words
in a language that
took me forever and a day to fathom
but it took me a mere second
to drown in the golden of your orbs
the glimmer on the caspian sea
leaving me suffocated
gasping for air
until you pulled me
up and into
a spiraling labyrinthe
of endless summer nights
our love forever
carved into towering cherry trees
you saved
my mooning soul
and made me
a slave to your beauty
a long overdue antidote
madly overdosing me to
a point of no return.*
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC
*i am a fatal muse
skin scarred
murky scarlet
my mr. hyde
lips dripping with
lethal poison
we are
not demons
and surely
not saints
but tonight,
as we lay our worn-out bones
and swallow whole
the starless night,
as we laugh at how our world
that is drifting into
delirium thinks
love is a disease,
i see heaven in your eyes
and i know
you see it in mine.*
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 7:05 AM UTC
*the winters
here in montauk
had frozen me
i am now
brittle bones
blood on my lips
lilac veins vivid
on my skin
silvery
i can no longer
count all these
dead nights for
my fingertips
have grown
a little numb
the exact way
the crystal stem
of the limpid glass
between yours
can never grasp
your heat
the very way
that sinful scarlet
liquid bead perch
on your full
crimson lips
unaware of its
good fortune
precisely the way
that beauty on the
other end of the
table veiled
burnt sienna
will cravingly gaze
into your worried eyes
but only one of
two hearts
will glow
the other will remain
mundane
and mine will always
yearn*
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 9:07 AM UTC
*we are not the
nicholas sparks novel
read wrapped in comfort
of store-bought quilts
on rainy days
or an ed sheeran song
in long-haul flights
flying us
into one another's
longing embrace
once in
a blue moon
how long will
the movie screens
and best-selling novels
continue to
romanticise a
love like
ours
all of its
torturous;
troubling;
tragic glory
even with dreams
of your laugh
and the most short-lived
imageries of your crescent eyes
the sheets on your side
of the bed remain
perfectly
uncreased
i cannot stop
my heavy lids
and tired bones
from gravitating into
both Arcadia
and Erebus:
another
sweet,
wicked
dream
of
you.*
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 8:06 AM UTC
*though two broken people
will never outrun
the breaking dawn
in your tired eyes
colours slowly vanishing
are the vast galaxies
grace of the heavenly bodies
so gently encased
and in your thinning veins
i still feel your blood
streaming wildly
like comets running
in the dead of night
in the depths of
my shattered heart
i feel the threads
of tonight's sky—
the tightrope we
have so carefully
tiptoed on, daunted
by the morning sun
—slowly fraying
as we watch all of the stars fade
one by one into morning
and Venus comes to light
your flaming touch is
slipping through my fingers
a bitter end
of our last night*
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 7:29 AM UTC
*12.30 a.m
the town drenched with
the never-ending fall of rain
still horribly soaking with
sinners and saints looking for love in
cold sheets;
dark winding alleys;
telephone lines;
and every where in between
this solitude is becoming
more a safe haven
if anything
5 a.m
city lights on the river
and it takes me back to
the familiar print of checkered blue shirt
draped on her arm
and how it complimented
her pale skin and red lips
ash blue hair in the summer breeze
voice like the dawn of spring
everything i'm not and never will be
yesterday's cup of sad americano
on a lonely table for two
on a wintry october night
growing colder and colder
by the second
6 a.m
the now bright sky still cries
with me
the blinding lights of terminals
bustling with hellos and goodbyes
mock me
black knit sweater black ripped jeans
and heart now stained black as i remember
your eyes forming phases of the moon
round curious, crescents bright
the you who can't hide it
the warmth of the sun seep through my clothes
a mark of a new day, another chance to wonder
whether today is another to
ponder upon what ifs what could've beens and should've beens
10.55 a.m
i'm ready to leave the pretend love
who had already left me first*
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 4:24 AM UTC
*i fell asleep
to your ticking bomb
of a heart
as you run your
cold metal rings
and weak skinny hands
through my hair
drenched with midsummer rain
you warm me with
whispers of
sweet nothings
empty promises of
happy endings
and a summer home
on top of a hill
you ever so lovingly
inject my veins
with a surge of life
enveloping my flesh
heat of your being
in my dream
the bitter cold air
contrast
the undying sparks
your skin against mine
enclosed by the safety of
four sand colored walls
thirteen feet tall
and wordless exchanges of
our favourite
three-word sentence
my now empty shell
is bound to crack
the moment i look
into your eyes
my trembling hand
intertwined with yours
i silently scream
my desperate pleas
to God
who is ever so lightly
loaning you borrowed time
when angels only deserve
tomorrows made certain
eternity pronounced
forever promised
the ticking clock
a sound i came to hate
as it serves as
our sailboat
drifting us
away to
withering magnolias
trees becoming bare
on sad empty boulevards
as winter called
upon growing fear of
taking one last breath
and not taking one
at all
my consciousness struck
a runaway train
found its way to my
winding track of a mind
my head still
soundly pressed against
your ticking time bomb of a heart
the ballad of our approaching farewell
its coda drawing near
it brings me to my knees
how a dying soul
can make me feel
so **** alive*
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 8:15 AM UTC