My throat clears out a path
To leak a stream of infidelity
I cannot seem to swallow
But Someone might have put
A ten ton catastrophe in my chest
Or blown a black balloon, big and hollow
With no catalyst can I digest blind eyes
To the truth I gorge with my heart
To the secret pain in which I wallow
Be it a poetic nest, or a loser's hole
I escape the demons who run the head
And let my nightmares run shallow
Let the child breathe and the warm air flow
This tragedy needed an end, we were too young
To shoulder a battle devoid of arrows and bows
Pity our play, meant short, already took long
We lost precious blood to tie up a loose end
Rewritten distorted meanings of sadness and pain
Bitter Loss over gain so we could make amends
We fast fed the pain, all we felt left, the main
Let the sweet lemonades drain and burn away
We played possum to ourselves and died for real
What killed us was a trick, what kept us at bay
Was the solidity of death that couldn't be healed
Yet, by some misfortune I kept an eye open
To see these corpses walk every now and then.
Through and through, he pulled me through
With a magnet in his heart, a dream in his smile
Befallen me, a timeless masquerade
And Ceaseless feet
That mindless grew, grew, grew...
Did I ever pause to rob a quick kiss
Or glance a furtive glance?
I know not, I know not.
No momentary pause , he took me high
He took me high
And higher and higher we flew.
Where did we travel to?
I couldn't say, I had no clue.
And When The world fell asleep
I muttered to his sweet ears:
I have always loved you.
Tina RSH ©
I was used to you.
Each day was new.
Each time we played,
We played a different game.
The murky haze,
We’d think it through
And then we’d do.
I’m lost without your pleasant gaze.
Traveling down the roads we paved.
My soul was yours, the one you saved.
Our dreams they lived from day to day.
One day you left, it’s hard to say.
The bus came by and wrecked our day.
I miss you more as time goes by.
I often stop to wonder why.
That lasting kiss you left me with
Is all I taste, it’s all I feel.
The harmony you brought to me,
It filled the well inside my dreams.
My dearest one, I still see you,
Laughing, happy, loving me.
My heart is torn beyond compare.
These shoes are worn but I still care.
I can’t forget the plans we made.
Each day I live to honor thee.
The raging sea can’t quell our dreams.
The love we shared still sets me free.
Is it just an image? Just a dream?
Trespassing my heavy eyelids in the dead of night.
Need my poor sight dazzling light?
Need my pupils a gentle breath,
To blow away some possible dust
A layer of lie beneath or upon the truth
They claim to observe with full might?
Have I let slip so sudden this world
Runs anti-clockwise in the region of my head?
Have I foretold a smile full of tears
Or a summer sky turning velvet red?
Which child of earth has seen
The horror I battle day after day?
Which reckless knight or gallant templar
Has reached the law of come what may?
this war goes on through bugle calls and snare drums.
On a battlefield, where I die and unbecome..
No this wasn't platonic, white and placid
Made out of crimson cherries and blueberries
It was amplifying, reddish, corrosive as acid
I couldn't move my jaw, or breathe; I choked
Like breathing was an illusion I saw before my eye
No! This didn't go away with time.
It resided, very well groomed in my heart
Oh closely! Listen! Can you hear it beat?
And thump, and pound and pound and pound!
No it wasn't an aimless seed planted perfect
It was an explosive, a bomb you say!
What has this world got against my heart?
It cracked, held still and shattered, by sudden?
No! Well rehearsed plots, undergoing attacks.
And words came bursting out,
And blood flooded my mouth
And specked your charming face .
And I fell...
Into your arms, you ask?
No! Onto the ground..
Onto the solid ground that kept me company.
You left, my dear!
Knowing not! Knowing not!
How my craze is a realm of love
And a touch of reality...
Tina RSH ©
Yes! She was me in a way or two
She suffered from inadequacy
A pink rose who wasn't sky blue
In terms of beauty speaking,
She didn't have enough palms to hold attention
Her eyes no ocean to push a lover through
The girl I killed was petite and serene
khaki trousers ,white woolen pullover
Timeless words, her mouth full of God
She was a gifted, gifted scene in daily deja vu
I never saw her from what she was
I never breathed her breath or saw her cry
Instead, I destroyed her habitat, I cut her mahogany hair
I cut her tender voice through
I killed the girl I knew
In a sense, I've killed myself dozen times more ado
I lost the girl who whispered : I am you.
Tina RSH ©