You realise your gaze,
As you watch the grace of her footsteps,
While she sings your favourite tune,
Through the hollows of her teeth,
Under the blankets of her breath.
One, two and three,
The purity of a clear glistened pool,
Coins of the unknown faith,
With the leather-slippered angel,
And the acrylic colours of Rome.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
The constant numbness,
Hitting straight to my bones,
And the only thing I can feel,
The heavy weight of emptiness.
The state of mind: allure,
A rainy day with hot summer Sun,
With tears of powdered sugar,
Unfinished songs of trance.
Can I fall out of my arms,
They're feeling ever so sore.
You see stars inside the sea,
And I want to swim with the moon.
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC
The slightest hope I had,
Still clinging onto your fingers,
Even when we're light years apart,
And the closest thing to you is the moon.
Are your hours longer,
Is your flame still burning strong,
Do you look into the sky,
Wonder what if you hadn't gone?
I wish I could hold your hand,
So bits of your hope would cling on to me,
But I cease to exist in your dimension,
Yet you still linger in my reality.
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
Change is inevitable.
Oh how she could have evaded
the kisses you have planted
on the soil of her skin.
"Water me,"
she asked and waited,
as flowers wilted around her frame,
a garden of grim.
Four falls passed,
an eco-system to adapt,
for she rained and she rayed,
for a garden, fond of the placid.
Oh she was a forest,
but just a garden she saw,
you admired her flowers
and tied it to a string.
The bouquet you made,
of her peonies and petunias,
the bits of her you plucked,
only for your own regard.
The parts of me you have messed with,
grew gloomy but shall never wilt,
for another fall shall pass,
and a garden of placid I shall fulfill.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 7:34 AM UTC
You could say hello
and my lungs would heave more than
the euphoric sigh.
+
Please don't say goodbye,
for I avoid beginnings
and you're worth the try.
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 3:01 AM UTC
Shall you discover that,
Her eyes are not as big as the moon,
Skin not golden but a tanned pink,
You could never tell woe and her apart.
By the passenger seat of her jaw,
A chipped tooth hidden behind a laugh,
The oddest tint of awe,
The asymmetry of the softest flesh.
As she strips off one by one,
The realisation of obscurity,
An alien to what you have perceived,
To be just another mediocre heart.
For she lingers around death,
And you are terrified of the dark,
A girl far from pretty,
The girl who radiates like the Sun.
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 8:39 AM UTC
And I shall write for what may be the future,
Or to the daughter of the night.
*As darkness eats you up,
And ruins the architecture of your bones,
******* your soul out of your heart.
A Tardis I do not own,
To enter your space time continuum,
To save your universe from falling apart.
Inside a dim lit room,
Shows a screen of the CCTV footage,
Of the robbery of innocence.
You are so far out of reach,
Anxious to the sense of touch,
Anxious for you to sleep.
I am outside this dark dark room,
I will not bang on the door,
I will not leave too soon.
Don't worry,
I will read you stories of the light,
And you will see the stars of the night.*
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC
As you read the words,
I have written about,
The circles under my eyes,
The bruises on my skin,
Oh, all these stories,
Of my cold, little heart.
I wonder what image of me,
Shows up on the screen,
At the back of your mind,
In greyscale or in the filter fade,
As your lips mouth out,
The words that could never slip off mine.
I wonder if you think,
Of the words you have read,
Written from the tip of my pen,
Typed out from the keys of the alphabet,
Sung along to a four chord strum,
As you pause yourself from the occupied.
I wonder if my words,
Ever made you look back through the pages,
Of the books you have read,
And had you started on something new,
For people had words as skin,
And you needed quotes for tattoos.
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC
What is it like..
To have someone to
Want to hold your hand,
When you shiver in your sleep,
Or when its too cold
For yourself to keep-
-warm in the arms,
Of the loving embrace,
like the light through the night.
When you're the Earth,
and they hold you into-
-place of the blood driven,
One-stop-heart motel,
As the sign illuminates
No vacancies,
Except when they are around-
-the world that shall give,
Anything but not everything,
A flawless image of imperfection,
Him, her, you.
A present for the forgiven.
So,
How is it like to feel loved,
By someone other than
The ones who taught you
Love existed?
Because I would like to feel that too.
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 11:13 AM UTC
Because a glimpse of the world,
Cease to exist as I sit in despair,
The contrast of a disability,
Is how I stay aware.
I may not see the bright blue skies,
Or the glowing stars that shines at night,
I still hear the rain as it claps on the ground,
And the voice of a man singing in delight.
Like water shall fall as if I were a cascade,
I may not see where I set foot,
But I can touch the stones called walls,
The softness of my shoes that helps me stay put.
I may not see the colour of your lips,
As some would say pink or close to wine,
But I do not care,
As I feel love when our lips sync and arms intertwine.
I am not a blind man,
But if I could walk a mile,
The land discovered shall be cherished,
Shall it be a journey worthwhile.
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC