9pm, 10pm, 11pm, 12pm
I want to reverse time
12pm, 11pm, 10pm, 9pm
and - i crave to reverse time
9am, 12pm, 10pm, 1pm
stop - now nobody move
just look - just look as
i lay like stale food,
waiting to poison you
under your consent,
you, the person i speak to,
the person i see - as i stare
into the mirror
you - you stale food
i stare at you - i know you, Miss inhu'man'
"Miss inhu'man'"
Men and women to the world
Men and women of the world
stare into mirrors, I'll come through
like stale food - stale food into the mirror
flies around me, now buzz buzz buzz
give me company, within this solidarity
I see you, I see me in you
i am the men and the women around me
i am my stale food
i eat myself off the ground
the flies like audience,
they buzz buzz buzz like an applause
i consume and i consume and i consume - my reflection
my reflection - i present to you again Miss inhu'man'
the person - the performer - in the mirror - in the crowd
as i continue to feast and feast
until the last of me
the flies, buzz and buzz
as i lay, as i screech
the last sound in me
Kaya SS
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 3:32 PM UTC
***** Tuesday, I write to you,
this time, help me stay afloat in this pool of life
for I, I can't swim being a messenger for my head
and my feet, I am parting - I'm parting for two escapes,
I'm parting - to put myself together,
now tell me ***** Wednesday, what's in store
Do I need to write to you as well, again?
- Kaya
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 2:53 AM UTC
the pigeons here, they aren’t afraid
of the feet that walk past them
on this grey street,
they are aware of our stories
the places we go and the faces we meet
they are aware of the soggy tissues
that fall above, from the balconies
they are aware of the life and stories
that live in those used tissues - they examine it,
a tissue for a moment in the past,
they think, I believe, they know and hear the emotions in those tissues that dry and travel around in these streets,
they know the secrets and seen faces, that even our close ones, could not
and so
I don’t mind the falling objects
I don’t mind the speeding cars
I don’t mind the distant face
that caused these distant scars
these pigeons, they see us from afar
they know my heart, they know your heart
-Kaya
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 5:14 AM UTC
A thousand paper cuts
to hollow lungs- a void
mass loss of blood to blue
like blue ***** cricketing through
the vast red ocean
-Kaya
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 8:19 AM UTC
I wanted to be
I wanted to feel
I wanted to see
things as vast as a sea
in my pursuit- I lost myself
in this vast sea
I cannot see myself
find, or even be myself
deep down in this deep sea
i have lost myself to what i wanted
i could not see
i could not feel
i could not be
I have dissolved into these monstrous blues
I have become bait to these monstrous blues
I have become part of this deep sea
that i have always dreamt of- and now
I am afraid, I am not who i am
who am i, I asked again
In these million waves
the sea is in me
salt in my blood and bones
i am lost in myself- i have drowned
in this voyage of life
-Kaya
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 7:28 AM UTC
i found a home
in a rats cage
i found comfort
within its palms
i found a home
not yesterday,
not years ago
but today,
in my last stage
a rotting age
- Kaya
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 7:56 AM UTC
breathing in and out
breathing in and out
so many words
the beginning and ending
of the worlds words
the eternal loop from
word to word and to
the sound of silence
the sound of silence that overlaps
a lot of beginnings and endings
of words words and again words
a lot of words and voices
a lot of talking, talking and talking
a lot of a lot of things
the sound of eyes closing
lids clashing, open and shut
open and shut, open and shut
foots hitting the ground
left and right, left foot coming after the right and the same over and over and over and over and over the
beginning of the breath that goes in
to the ending of an exhale, breathe out and in and out and in
wind over wind, that speaks and speaks and speaks to me
and at last the last clashing of the lids
eyes shut to blank silence a vision less vision in a tubular void
in the dark, and sound of silence
getting louder and louder and louder
it is never quiet in my mind and self that envies the ability of a needle in a clock
to move on second to second
and not dwell in the past
-Kaya
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 8:27 AM UTC
A vague memory
of heaven behind me
I'll walk up,
I'll walk straight up with
cold teeth that shiver
blue gums, that bleed
cold nights with white sheets
and white eyes that don't sleep
with fire beneath my red feet
that bleed, bleed and bleed
Follow my footprints
don't be mistaken
for they do not lead
-Kaya
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 8:32 AM UTC
The grounds seem wet
like the last layer of a years flood
or the beginning of a light drizzle
I cannot tell, I cannot tell
-Kaya
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 12:37 PM UTC
A tear drenched pillow
not a place to rest my head
but an ocean, every night
thoughts pass like
a million black fishes
now I cannot see
the oceans blue anymore
not even the blue
-Kaya
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 6:42 AM UTC