two cans, held together with strings
a common thread in ways we think
like telepathy
but better
the way our eyes would meet
and suddenly your mind i read
how your words echoed itself on the insides of my mind
even as we sat together, silent
you lay your hands on me, gently
getting to know me
and in doing so, entangling
the red thread between us, binding
the connection, complicated
strings tied up against each other
words once warm, now lost in translation
muffled, and audible no longer
i see you, no distance between us
yet your words...unintelligible
"do i know you?"
perhaps...only in the past
all these words I want to place lightly on your skin
like cold raindrops skimming your chin
a warm embrace,
a beautiful face.
i guess i got too caught in my mind,
realisation came too late
a broken connection
was all i find
two cans, each other repelling
in many ways saddening.
a mystery
left open-ended forever.
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 7:50 AM UTC
a protective mechanism;
unsightly, yet all you need
to keep out deadly passions
some may call is masochism
yet it is the fear that i'll bleed
from digging at the lesions
of a love long lost
and then i met you
as if you were a blanket
shielding me from the hurt
this world can cause
only your warm touch blank it:
all the pain that has been inflicted
oh, how i long to be yours.
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
scribbling on a piece of parchment
tying it with a red satin ribbon
i hope the waves’ movements
bring you towards a safer shore
where foreign and familiar collide
like waves bashing against rocks
warm sand with your feet inside
salt spray onto those beautiful locks
the world at your feet
you unfurl the message in the bottle to read:
Dear someone out there,
I hope you find the person who tucks you in at night
one who never leaves you out of his loving sight
the one with the gentle vocality
even when he is frail and elderly
one who will be the one to wash away
all the lingering pain of yesterday
the one with the anchoring presence
that over the years never lessens
one who lends you a listening ear
about everything you hold dear
the one that loves you for all the days you are alive
and kisses your every wrinkle, bulge and crease
one who brings you hours and hours of joy
as if you were a little girl and he a little boy
the one with the immortally kind spirit
providing you with an immense heat
one who knows the names your toes go by
joe, bonnie, ian, andrea, kai
the one that will make silly stories about kyle the toe who went to town
just to turn that frown upside down
i hope from the bottom of my jet black and neon soul
that you will, one day with the love of your life grow old
until there is nothing but the ashes of the hot, burning coal.
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 8:54 PM UTC
Please always remember
bring a parka as it gets colder
tell me you realise
the closer you get to the skies
everything slips from your grip
like raindrops going drip, drip, drip
when you reach the summit
don’t be afraid, ******
you know that the peak is icy
but really, let your eyes see
what you would never know
underground, deep down below
a blizzard howls and roars
promise me
that when it gets chilly
that you will stay by the fireplace
warming up the place with your timeless grace
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 10:29 AM UTC
A loud booming –
the sound of everything I fear coming true;
of everything I treasure falling apart at the seams,
like the thin thread connecting us snapping into two.
The pitter-pattering –
having everything coming together and then falling apart;
breaking away seems so easy, natural even;
as with all the things that could have been.
The bone-chilling cold –
a feeling that would stop anyone dead in their tracks;
same as your words: sending chills down my spine
Life and sunshine –
absent from your distant gaze past me;
I don't remember the last time your presence enveloped me in warmth
Strangely, all I think about on rainy days is you. You, you, you and just you. Maybe between me and you, the roles have been swapped: you are now cold and unfeeling, and I warm and full of emotion. But foreign isn't always harmful, and safe may not be safe after all. So really, thank you.
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
the waves that carry you
swelling like a bruise
with every drawn breath
bringing you to your death
waves of turmoil, anguish
with sole will to punish.
trapped; sinking into an abyss
darkness, like a soft kiss.
watching the world cave in
as you think about what could've been
how do you let go of the things
that are ever so haunting?
cast them away upon the waves,
the very ones forming your grave.
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
i just really hate the term puppy love.
makes me sound like i'm way over my head
simply caught up with the clouds high above
and not gonna stop myself till i'm dead
rather, it's a cherry blossom romance
beautiful, brilliant and illuminating
sweet and pleasant, putting me into trances
a fire in me so strongly burning.
i hate the word crush with burning passion
makes this love feel fragile and soft-boiled
i know myself well, there's no confusion
at that point in time, my heart's fully-booked
let's call it a sakura rendezvous:
where raw, feral love comes into full bloom.
burning bright, though eventually withering:
'twas an embodiment of maturity.
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 12:24 PM UTC
red: the colour of luscious lips
oh, the way it branded my skin
the touch of your fingertips
love letters in indelible ink
red, the colour of your cheeks
as I caressed your face gently
my, I wished I could take a lick!
of course, only with my pinky
blue, the colour of your bright eyes
a lovely sparkle of genius
like the soft glow of the sunrise
please, arise these tears not from fears.
blue, the colour of your summer gown
when you first said I was a dear
then you proceeded with a frown
tucking your heart next to mine, here.
brown, the colour of your long hair
as it fell in waves from your head
you clung like I was a stuffed bear
like a toy you would bring to bed
brown, the colour of our photos
the faded sense of nostalgia
has kept me on my tippy toes
that I'll see you again, right here
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 9:07 AM UTC
Times are hard when things have got no meaning
it is pointless to keep running away from the one thing
for which you are living;
it comes back, ever so haunting.
I've found a key on the floor
quite a strange find in a strange place
when I find someone to adore
maybe I too, will find solace
Maybe you and I will not believe in the things we find behind the door
a new dream? Or ancient lore?
maybe it would be quite a bore
Maybe it will touch me to my core
So what's the matter with you?
take the first step outwards
hold fast to my hands
and together we'll walk this through.
Sing me something new.
don't get me wrong,
for your words are like dew,
precious and beautiful.
Stand by me,
and I'll show you all the things we could be.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 9:10 AM UTC
Acid, that's what you are;
you get me up so high
just to drop me far below.
maybe I just wanna fly?
you cause hallucinations,
not my imagination.
I, for one, thought that your love
was not an addiction.
and not a hallucination.
this addiction I wished
I never had anymore!
but the shadow of the day
blinds out all the sun's rays
why is I don't see the light at the end of the tunnel?
silly me, I always knew there was the light but I just never wanted to believe in it; because who cares? The high is worth the pain, right?
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC