The last time the sea was really my friend and wasn't as treacherous as the one that the ancient mariner faced was when you left me waiting at the seashore, and my tears brought me back to reality. The sea and the cool breeze wasn't just a friend that comforted this loss but allowed me to look over the horizon. To exactly where you once were and our love was the strongest. I wish I never met you and I wish I could stay in the illusion that you loved me, but not everything works the way you want it to. I didn't choose the sea to be my friend. I chose you.
And look what that did.
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 9:08 AM UTC
Pick me up
from the dust filled roads
that you left me in
and my hands will still be as smooth
as silk or cotton that's dried in summer
for they too touched you once
and only once
did you touch them back.
But like men knew to be scared
of fire
My hands knew
To be scared
for one day, you too,
will know
how much I loved you,
Love you
And will continue.
But it'll be too late
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 4:34 AM UTC
I am made of the ash
that gets left behind
with burned cigarettes
like hollowed pasts.
Platinum silver.
Just like starlight.
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 2:36 AM UTC
In the last maiden
season of spring
mother told me that the jasmine wouldn;t bloom
that year and they didn't.
For father had died
the day before
and the flowers knew how to cry.
So why do they bloom now
when the lover has taken rest
and that one bite on my neck has vanished away
in the air around us.
only mother knows
she who sits on the porch
knitting sweaters and mumbling sounds
to the flowers.
'Queer'.
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC
Concrete kisses
on sunlit flowers
Resemble ghosts of past lovers
and buckets of caramel popcorn.
and everything that is
good and pure.
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 1:04 AM UTC
She,
a porcelain worker.
her hair
dripped in soothing perfume
lies
behind the lonely river
to watch
the skies reach out to her.
and bring
young dazzling memories
of past lovers.
Her joy
is also in the night
that embraces the blazing fire
within
and bring
stars that would never stop shining.
Her ferocious love
away from the sun
is magic in this long night.
In the distance
flowers in her garden
bloom at the sight of the stars
and dance
in the sound of the universe.
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 12:50 AM UTC
You certainly remember,
our first date
when you scribbled a bird
on a rough piece of paper.
Come and see,
the bird has taken flight.
Gone again.
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 10:54 PM UTC
Even the ocean,
after last night's ferociousness
forgot the calm night,
that the moon promised.
The same moon, which with its borrowed light
Left without warning.
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 6:01 AM UTC
The cold shower that came
after last night
and left dew drops on the naked grass;
brought forth a need for
our bodies to come clashing together
like champagne glasses.
Brilliant were their voices.
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 5:59 AM UTC
I have placed these bricks around me
their foundation emerging from my words
Now trying
to dig, right through
two hearts, in one.
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 11:54 AM UTC