belle's rose, wilting one petal at a time
the creation of adam, gods hand yet to touch yours
you're 0.8 seconds away
from descrying the back of their head disappear into the distance
one last time; one heartbeat away
the inception of an everlasting process; the decay.
languished simply, because of the life left within
shoulders slouched, so as to crease what's in between
you let out a sigh
struggling to pick broken shards off the austere snow;
blotching blood stains so diluted by what your eyes let go
you realize what's so undoubtedly you; an overflow.
an overflow of musing so raw, each drop a crystallized sapphire kernel
burgeoning beanstalk in the hearts of every passerby
all led to the glasshouses you once vowed to unfalteringly stand by the refracting light dilating naked memories; an open invitation to pry
you lack distrust that things could ever go awry; they do.
stubborn; you never learn;
you live in denial, waiting for their return
your presence incomplete; the twinkle in your eyes masking your defeat
your glasshouses broken and beat; slow deplete
repeat repeat repeat
you fight shy of taking up space
last row corner seat, you almost always leave without a trace
your voice too mild to return an echo, your soul leaking too gentle to show
you long for warmth, yet you leave behind nothing to embrace. you know.
a paradox on your own; you're a daunting dilemma
you can love into thin air, hushed or acapella
your burning eternal, yet you soothe all fire
hollowing for your world, but there's nothing you desire
your heart's been plucked from the souls you've warmed
only to be left astray in the cold
yet you pick the pieces less frozen and hand it over for them to hold
obscure; oblivious, and obedient
to everyone but your own
you're fighting battles; for everywhere but home
withering and drifting
brittle dust in the breeze
worn out to the extreme
bittersweet; free
potpourri
p o t p o u r r i
Jan 29, 2022
Jan 29, 2022 at 1:40 AM UTC
It's not always that when you look outside your window,
you see something looking right back at you
Almost as if the something could read your kernel.
Your deepest despair.
The glare had this flare that you both shared.
It was rare.
It's just a cat. You said.
but when have you ever been able to convince yourself this easy
It's not. You know.
You're still looking at it, as it looks back at you
The same way. Both of you reading;
six minutes fleeting, seven feet away;
eighth trait she's feeding, from her ninth life today.
Your grandma told you stories.
Kings and lovers who hid a part of their soul.
Their anima, in an animal
so their quiddity was never fully stole.
It's not true. It's not real
Just some unfathomable fairyland scam.
But then why is it that when I bleed
It's only you who seems to understand.
(hiss)
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 9:38 AM UTC
Belle's rose, wilting one petal at a time
The creation of Adam, gods hand yet to touch yours
You're 0.8 secs away
From descrying the back of their head disappear into the distance
One last time
Thats one heartbeat away
From the inception of the everlasting process; the decay
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 4:58 AM UTC
The black blues looking back at us
As we try to enumerate what actually is 300 billion in number
Stargazing you - beams a little brighter
Especially when you extend your arms to show me what you out-pass
The stars. The night sky. The moon. The universe.
Theres this unexplainable spell you cast
We’re intoxicated. Can’t tell if its the whisky or just the night
We’re isolated. The rest of the world is tucked in behind closed curtains.
And your mere sight, is the brightest thing tonight
Are we in love? I cant tell
You’ve always known your way around things.
You know the constellations.
You know that if you flip your hair one more time,I’d die in admiration.
You know how to tease between conversations.
You know this isn’t just infatuation.
You know your way. Like I know mine around your hair.
Your accolades melt my barricades
Your smile is my gatorade
Your laugh a grenade
And me, is what you've attained
You’re a bomb. And I am your ****
You’re singing to me. Your voice lets me travel through time
A cascade of memories flashcards
You’re an enchanter. Big time
We float through the night.
Arms extended for each other to lay upon.
Head on shoulder and eyes on eyes. Fingers intertwined.
We kiss each other one last time before the dawn breaks.
Its about time we leave.
Will I see you again? I dont know
but one thing I do know
I'll always have you on my lips
At least your name if not your kiss.
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 4:42 AM UTC
My hearts a greenhouse and you’re the sun
You keep my garden alive
The rays you endow of hope and new beginnings
The occasional downpour that washes hulking feelings
And your blazing sparkling image that reflects off the ceiling
You’ve kept my garden alive
These sunflower seedlings, they always look upto you
You infuse into me all thats exciting and new
The spring avenue
Just like the morning dew on a spiders web,
You add beauty to the intricate
Even if you were a million light years away
A million more I could wait
There are a thousand stars in the sky,
But you’re unique, you’re the only one
And thats why,
My hearts a greenhouse and you’re the sun
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 9:21 AM UTC
ather aether Katherine
quintessence she’s never been
confess profess depress
transgress the process
A lifecycle.
With little to no progress
repress to the oppress
Obsess the agress
Compress the mess
Say yes to impress
You’re not blessed
Be ready to face
The detest for this
Damsel in distress.
You’re not allowed to egress
We’ve all been trained to stash
All that we have had for the brash
Trash. thats what we are if not unerring
pristine is an acknowledgment to disguise
kitschy fustian ostentatious. Be that.
No less. No more.
Katherine tried but failed to fit anymore
We’re all Katherine. You and me.
we don’t abide. We don’t fit. We don’t belong.
Here.
There.
Everywhere.
Life’s not fair.
Aug 16, 2019
Aug 16, 2019 at 1:27 AM UTC
Our hands entwined. Your eyes lost in mine
My face, marginally looking down
when you distract me from the night sublime.
Your fingers pressing tighter against mine
your focus unwavering from my eyes.
Hinting the love you were trying to put forth,
you put behind one of the two strands of hair, that had
perfectly framed my face.
Now, that I had pledged myself to you
You effortlessly pour the three words into the night
You say
“I love you “
I only smile.
Masquerading my racing heartbeat
I put behind the other loose strand of my hair.
Your gaze unagitatingly still fixed at me
I am aware you’re anticipating a reply.
But what could I possibly say?
The customary “I love you too”?
Darling, I say that to you everyday
In ways, you never knew.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 9:38 AM UTC
The Mademoiselle I saw in the sea
Her dress impersonating the rhythm of the air
Her messy mahogany hair impersonating the rhythm of the dress.
The waves had their own cadence
just like how her tresses would cover her all of her face but her eyes
the waves would cover all of her body but her face
She was pretty tall. Even for the waves. Out of their reach.
She had the fingers of an artist. Shy and beautiful.
And every time they made way through her hair to her ears
Her beauty unfolded a little more.
Contemplating the sunset, she’d wrap her arms around her shoulders
I realized it isn’t everyday that you behold such magic when
the glowing sun, a crisp circle in the ****** sky
revealed a path in the meek waves that led directly to her
Impulses to take the initiative, capering all over me without fail
Though completely stupefied by her beauty, I could still remember every detail
Whether it was her eyes that gazed upon the horizon
or her toes that twitched under the water owing to the cold.
The interspace between us. A little extra than I asked for
Her silhouette against the subduing sky. I knew I was falling for her
Dear Mademoiselle I saw in the sea
Though enamored by all, you’re something more to me.
Mademoiselle I saw in the sea, I fancy you to set me free
Mademoiselle I saw in the sea, agree to receive my apology.
Wasn’t undaunted enough to talk to you then,
but I bespeak if I ever see you again
Mademoiselle I saw in the sea, I wouldn’t just let you be
Mademoiselle I saw in the sea, I’d tell you
I’d tell you, you feel like home to me.
Mademoiselle, I saw in the sea, i’m not lying when I say I misseth thee
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 8:20 AM UTC
How beautiful did it all feel like
When you fabricated your doting self
Each time I gently pushed all my hair, behind my ears,
only to confront the zephyr from your rose like lips,
I failed to espy the thorns it bore.
Each time I’d smile to a crisp lie
Overlooking the fact that you had done it again,
You’d always do it “one more time”
And I’d always unsee the paradigm.
How beautiful did it all feel like when you perceived me as personage
Worthy of your attention
Worthy to have a claim on some 5 seconds of your life
Which you floundered to call mine otherwise
You were just busy. I dispelled my doubts
but you do love me. And its you I couldn’t do without
Each time I am pushed to pacify my kernel
I invent this story of how everything you do,
Is so that one day, you can see me
burgeon into a beautiful flower
Never did I know you’d pick me
to impress another bossom, that very hour
Sometimes I hinted the stray in you
But, when had I ever learnt, to put enough trust into myself.
So each time you told me you wanted to stay
I’d let you. I’d let you in, and I’d tell myself, come what may
You’re the person I love, today, tomorrow and everyday
How beautiful did it all feel like
When I refuted the presence of your masquerade
When each time you’d destroy me with a different raid
and I still liked to believe you’d be there to aid
You are just busy. I dispell my doubts.
But you do love me. And its you I can’t do without.
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 12:45 PM UTC
What you didn't realize
was that you were a conqueror of fate
Having me ravished to the highest magnitude
you still pretended like you had no clue
A counterfeit image of
trust issues
Playfully taunting
but I was also hurting.
For I didn't covet you
to have doubts
Or descry the demur I doubted to dismiss.
But it's true
That somewhere betwixt the precariousness
I had relinquished my all
my heart; my soul
to you
without yet having been acquainted
with more than just the night
Without yet having been acquainted
With only you in plain sight
Your scintillating eyes
holding to the fact
that
I ought to conjecture
The earth is flat
.
.
.
You grin like a Cheshire Cat.
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 5:16 PM UTC