His affection rushes wickedly,
Like pestilence, through my veins
The lilts of his venomous voice
Sending my heart into a frenzy
But he vanishes into oblivion
As quickly as he came
And I am expected to implore,
To pander, and ******
Lest I lose the chance of reunion;
The sliver of good fortune
One that promises idyllic nights,
Iridescent moonbeams on skin
That's how my parents started
The young days teeming with hope
Which soon shriveled into bitterness
And vacuous, dejected nights
With one glance, I see my folly
This caricature of love
This twisted travesty to life
I jettison the nonsense and bid goodnight
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 12:35 PM UTC
*Your words on my palm
As I succumb to your spell.
"Let the pain fester"*
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 12:31 PM UTC
*He then caverned out
The bright beacon my heart was
I bled profusely*
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
*Did you know, darling?
You were my one sustenance
You left, I withered*
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC
Loneliness is pages splayed across the bed
It is clutching the empty space beside me
Writhing in agony, knowing very well
You're not there
Loneliness is having my blood run cold,
My feet solidly planted to the ground
Every time I hear the unfamiliar ring
Of my (prosaic) name
Loneliness is basking in the sweet but transient
Moments of companionship, when your supple
Lips brush mine (and sparks flit down my back)
Knowing they will soon be relics
Loneliness is donning heavy, splotched clothes
Sodden from last night's tears and broken memories
It is having your mind plagued with yesterday
Loneliness decays your today
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 1:51 AM UTC
I love your languorous way of speaking
Like you are flirting with the ghosts
Of a bygone lifetime
I love the wistful gleam in your eyes
When you whisper lecherous secrets
Into the crook of my neck
I love the way your tears never seem to
Leave the velvety and fragile surface
Of your cherubic face
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
I have walked on these thorn-laden grounds
Long enough to know that the forlorn,
The vacuous, the shattered, the decrepit
Never receive the exaltation they deserve
But your radiant, ivory skin is nonpareil
Your eulogies the most poetic
Your macabre dreams sing to me
And coldly stir me in my slumber
You are a true testament to the idea that
All things broken, all things bad are beautiful
The miserable azure in your eyes are merely a
Sliver to the beautiful tragedy you harbour
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC
Here I am, penning verses that paint vibrant images
Expressing my yearning through ostentatious displays
But do these efforts impinge upon -- even in the slightest --
The twisted fate we have been endowed?
I do not like to think this is all for naught
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC
*An eyewitness once recited
His bone-chilling account
Of his tightrope walk to Death
How he managed to return
Was, and remains, impossible to say
But his frightening story resonates*
"There I stood on my toes,
On an intermediate point teetering
Between the idyllic salvation
Of Heaven
And the macabre derangement
Hell promises
Lose your balance
And the wayfarer finds himself
Succumbing to the merciless
Pull of the underworld
Condemning him to eternal
Suffering
The scanty few who
Travel across the rope
Unscathed,
undaunted and unfazed
Indulge in the reward
Of the Holy Father's deliverance
And so I stood on the rope,
Its rough frays tickling my soles, I,
Precariously perched on the border
Of Life, Death,
Of Salvation and Damnation
Too overcome with fear to advance forward
I whispered a few syllables,
The dulcet notes rollicked up to
A Saviour above
Omniscient one who knew
The best path for my wintering fate
In a haze of bewilderment I awoke"
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC
Fragmented wails
Shards of a broken hourglass
Decrepit candelabras ––
Dusty relics I conjure up
When your scent dances my way
Desolate sighs
The farewell letter you never
Cared to address to me ––
Memories that corrode like acid
When you idly spell my name
Glistening strands of gold
Inscriptions on my back
Daybreaks that infuse vigor ––
Things that vanquish my resistance
When I wallow in the past
***
*We were never compatible;
Of different calibre and breed
But our besmirched souls
Are as indistinguishable as twins*
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 6:24 PM UTC
No facade elaborate enough
To adequately conceal
The inner-conflict
In which I am embroiled
No crooning of comfort
Can delivery me peace
Or forestall my mind's
Eventual unhinging
No foxed, tattered pages
Of forlorn loveletters
Strewn with stark promises
Can resurrect my will
My compass confiscated
My map of reason
Torn and trampled upon
My future at the mercy of shadows
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC