Alex Parka

Alex Parka Sep 2014

Shredded pieces of letter
Came floating in dismay
With ***** deposits
And by products of humans

It came with pity
Resting on my wet feet
Like its final destination
Has been approved

Bidemi's scrambled writings
Scratching the pieces of
A scattered whole
Begging to be read again

'Am sorry'
Laid helplessly on one piece

'I wish I could make things right
Stretched in a fading ink
On another piece

'I will always love you'
Written carefully in a bold italics

It was my favorite piece.

Alex Parka Sep 2014

Broken Tiny

At first glance, I was fascinated
It wasn't love or lust
Infatuation or adulation

But a straying glamour
On an endless route of time travel

She didn't speak much
Just a routine of infinite euphoria
And a numberless mist of cigarettes
Ex haling her pains through every puff

I stole glances frequently
Wandering what lies behind
Those un tainted lips of bewildered smiles
Hoping to exhume her hideous secrets

I listened with lustful enthusiasm
To a saddened tuned tale

Halting my curiosity, many a time
To take a puff
As I await tiny to lit another cigarette

Alex Parka Apr 2014

Thel' Giri

You spooned around, looking proud
Making the chicken in me surface

My shell, harder then ever
Making refuge, hopeful, worth full

But I can't chicken out forever
Can I?
Nor hide in my refuge
Hardening my shells

The tales of Romeo and Juliet
Creating arching melodies to my ears
Giving me soundless hopes
Of a night with you
Waking up to your stretching eyes

I would stare endlessly
At a lifeless picture of yours
Noticing how much time, you did your eyes brows
Detailing how quite perfect, your smiles were

Wandering what thoughts
Lingers your lifeless mind
If you had any, at the moment

I would sit and stare
Still at another picture of yours
Looking how well, your lips curves are
What beauty, it would portray
If you smiled at all time

But you don't
You don't want me to see you smile
How vulnerable, you would become
If I made you laugh...

Alex Parka Apr 2014

March

March came by, swiftly
As if an arrangement
Has been penned down
And a deed has being
Procured with curious secrecy

I used to ink down
My thoughts and fantasies

Come January, February

Spreading them seductively
On a neat whited sheets

Aligning them in stanzas
And meters and patterns and rhythms

But March,!!!

March was peculiar
She came running fast and wild
Wandering my melancholy lane
Into a path of timid hallucinations

I wrote less, and thought more

Her hair stood braided
In losed negligence
Her carcass of beauty
Spent in dismay

My Words were conceited into ghost characters
Laundering the silky figure
Of a whited sheet
Proclaimed by my careless
Hand of pride

Inspite of heaven's fair rage
Some characters peeped through
Letters of saddened thoughts
Wandering what content it bears

This poem is an unfinished work.

Alex Parka Mar 2014

A moment lost

Look at them !!!

Repulsed by the wrench of love
Being foolish in a world, they conceived
Swimming in the brim of love deceit.
Drowning in its enormous fright

Bit by Bit!!!

They stray in delight

Never to part ways, they promised
Endless troth  they feed their ears amidst

Kisses after kisses
They paint their lips
Leaving room for no more...

Alas!!! They have found their better half

Alex Parka Mar 2014

Fear

Darkness growing over the horizon
i looked onto the other side
to find my way as i embrace dark fogs

The cold damp leafs soiling my feet
Twigs cracking as i walk pass

owls singing their horrifying melody
Sending chills through my spins
With its distressed harmony

Wolves howling across the mountains
Looking for preys to devour

The tidal waves clapping hard
on the ocean walls
Causing plain sight
Of beautiful agitation

The vigor of the ocean
Filled my lungs
With its acrid temper

i sink gradually into its depth
waiting for my end to come.

Alex Parka Feb 2014

And strangers came

My heart clings to the memories of that night
When the strangers came

I lay on my neatly dressed bed
With the sheet recently changed
Staring at the ceiling
Carefully studying the patterns

She would be here soon
I thought, as I glanced at my wrist
Wearing a goofy grin

Tonight should be the night
I consoled myself
After many nights of failed attempts
Blood running towards my groin
Goose pimples playing its tricks
On my skin

Euphoria hitting me like drug abuse
As I fantasize the night ahead

Alas!!! I hear my door go knock
Like a child running to embrace his mama
I answered the door
And my limbs went numb

They stood there
Holding her like a strayed child
The lust in their eyes
Shinning like a rising sun

little sobs escaping her lips
Driving painful thrusts into my heart

And I tried, tried to save her
That's when I felt the tin sharp blade
Sliding into me slowly

I could do nothing now
Nothing for her
I felt the warm liquid sliding down my belly
Slowly I found the ground

As I watch them quench Their lust
One by one,
They took turns on her
Like their last supper
They lavished her

Calling onto my name slowly
She moans bitterly
Begging for my life and hers

The tears from her eyes
Making my blood gush
As I curse my existence
For the pains she receives now
As a parting gift

before the last one reached ******
The reaper came for me...