Screaming in silent hues
Into the sky, diffuse
Like my mind that I abused
My trepidation from it oozed.
I try to keep, but in vain
My broken thoughts inside my brain
Out of control, they proved bane
Never content within their terrain
And when all is ordained and said
I look down at my palms with dread
Glaring in disgrace and sins of red
The person in the mirror is dead
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 10:05 AM UTC
They warn
"The Devil's spawn is what you are after."
Then why do I see
halos draped over you,
like a regal cape
your sturdy shoulders, your neck claims;
just like how once
my sinful hands did.
Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 3:37 PM UTC
The Heavens are closer
to Earth tonight
to sing for you
and hold you in their silk arms.
But you are frowning at the sidewalk,
looking for pieces
of your broken heart.
Just look up, darling.
Jun 7, 2020
Jun 7, 2020 at 11:33 AM UTC
Maybe if I write about you
my heart will be at ease;
maybe the butterflies will stop.
I can't acknowledge you
because then,
I'll have to admit to crimes
that even I don't know I've committed.
Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 8:15 AM UTC
The clouds grumble
as if on cue
with my rage.
My palms streak the lightning
with utmost familiarity.
A pet loyal as ever;
always awaiting
the slightest nod
to curse all who ever belittled me.
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 6:45 PM UTC
The sprinkled moondust
hovering above the wisps of clouds,
veil the puzzle pieces
as they linger
in the pools of wisdom
left behind by the sages,
where the thinkers have bathed
and left their sorrows,
to come out immaculate;
leaving a legacy
for the new intellectuals to put together.
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 12:52 PM UTC
The night fills my lungs
with whispers ancient.
Singing in my ears
so fondly.
I'm afraid that if it goes on
I'll melt right there
in it's velvet touch;
for no one
but the night
has ever loved me that way.
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 12:33 PM UTC
You, one step forward.
Me, one step backward.
"This is a bad idea",
I voice as stably as I can.
I am a menacing typhoon
Curated by the sighs and whispers
Of the burnt and the buried.
I am their reincarnation.
I am designed specifically
To be masked like a poker player.
Do you think you know me?
Too much behind these foreboding cards.
Your soft kind flame has rekindled
my combustible mould of stone.
But I must keep you safe from me
By keeping you at arm's length.
Don't be foolish, I am hard to love.
What did you think, honey?
The cherry-red beneath my eyes
Are no dark circles.
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 3:55 PM UTC
Brittle, broken, beaten
I carry in my chest
a moldy stone.
It used to flutter once
and beat harmoniously.
Medusa's hair,
coiling around this planet
finally found it.
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 8:31 AM UTC
Under the serene starry sky
lay a hushed beating heart
In a field as far as the horizon offered
always allured by God's majestic art
Two glistening eyes on Draco fixated
Orion seemed the epitome of delight
Deciphering the secrets the cosmos held
in awe of the gloom broken by celestial light
Almost as if the stars were reaching out too
cradling the little one in their truths
unraveling their mysteries to the heart of the wild
in their lullaby, ease and soothe
The galaxies above used their magic to fill
the obscure heart with emotions aplenty
and all that chained it to the insipid earth
were mundane realities and gravity
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 6:33 AM UTC