Although you gave me back my heart,
you might have kept a piece of it.
It must be close to death by now,
but it's not quite there -- it's still quite fit.
Fit enough to race and hurt
when the past decides to haunt my dreams.
Fit enough to splatter with red
all my yellows, blues, and greens.
May 5, 2021
May 5, 2021 at 4:08 PM UTC
An iron hand has gripped my heart;
now sluggish is the blood
that travels slowly in my veins,
like a lifeless flood.
An iron hand has gripped my days,
and now they're tired and slow.
I don't know what to do with them --
they slowly come and go.
Apr 25, 2021
Apr 25, 2021 at 4:28 PM UTC
I walk a land of hungry men,
with empty hearts and eyes devoid
of dreams and hope and all that's merry,
of life's twinkle they cannot carry.
They look at me with lifeless eyes
and sigh a little at what they see:
dreams and hope and all that's merry
and life's twinkle they cannot carry.
They ask me for a little piece
of what they think my eyes carry.
They beg me to infuse their hearts
with dreams and hope and all that's merry.
And I, in all my helplessness,
cannot help but stare at them
and sigh a little at what I see
and give my heart another mend --
then turn it back towards my friend.
Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 3:00 PM UTC
Sometimes, during a leisurely night
Or a busy moment's fleeting flight
A dying pain in its agony
Briefly burns ever so bright
And seduces the heart with its pale flame
Down the thorny memory lane
At the end of which its body lies
Whose weakened pulse refuses to die
But time's haze has filled the lane
Whose length has numbed the dying flame --
The heart immediately retreats
Towards the gentle morning sun,
The fleeting moment's ending run
Until the next reverie,
When the night and day again conspire
To lead the heart back to the fire.
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 7:26 AM UTC
For a dream-like day in a dream-like week
let me retire from the soul-consuming fire
that burns inside my heart and through my days,
eating the latter and the former's former ways.
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 4:05 PM UTC
The heart forgets, the mind does not
so it draws from itself an unkind night
which sets arrows drawn from quivers of Past
upon their self-harming, heart-bound flights.
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 4:58 PM UTC
I've murdered, I've looted, there are men I've slain
or is it a heart where my dagger had landed?
I think it's the heart where my dagger had landed
Whose grip on my skin all these crimes have branded.
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 1:42 PM UTC
To walk beyond the farthest city light,
my heart exerts against my chest tonight
to leave the friend I made yesterday,
and kiss the foe goodbye
and erase from the paper that's Heart
every name and every dye
and leave at the city's end
all my sorrows and all my friends
to walk beyond the farthest city light
where no tear shall catch my sight
where no heart shall be offered to me
and no god shall my heart's deity be
and no man know my name
where I'll go or whence I came
To walk beyond the farthest city light
and fall in love with a foreign land
of flowing rivers, of colours bright
where mighty mountains stand
I'll live under a roof of straw
and my happiness from Nature draw
And then in melancholy solitude
forget every city light
To walk beyond the farthest city light
my heart exerts against my chest tonight.
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 4:46 PM UTC
All the photographs dearest to me;
I shall burn all of them
If somehow within my heart
Your fleeting memory I could hold
If somehow I get to behold
Scalding epistles; pixels from the past
Narrating what is better if not told
Of how the sun set too fast
And how the dreadful night unfolds
Of the ruined castle of love
Which once in its shy might did
Our throne of love uphold.
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 3:25 PM UTC
How lovely is that ray of sun
which cuts the gloomy spell of rain!
And yet it fails to warm the heart
like the mention of your name.
Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 11:28 AM UTC