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Cutezeni Apr 10
I’m hopelessly searching for the shore
All I see is a sea of black and blue
Of tall houses with views
But in each window I look
Look for someone looking out at me
And in none do I find him
In none do they look.

All I see is the green
Like my soul calling me to thee
I feel a presence I see an image
In my mind’s eye
But when I arrive
I’m chasing a mirage and meeting him
Is a far cry

All I do is chase
Chase a dream of a man in black
Of someone calling me from the back
Of me turning to see
See a man standing at the top of the hill
Waiting and this time I move forward
I find my shore I keep swimming
And I don’t look back.

But when I near it there is that same hill
That same green and the same sea
and the same me.
Yet no man in black nor any colour of the rainbow stands
No man is reaching out with their hand
Trying to pull me to land.

Maybe it’s all just a dream there’s no one looking,
Searching, waiting to see if I’m back
It doesn’t work that way, all I got is the dream and a feeling
A feeling that lingers
Pushes me to him
But when I go back yet again
There’s no sign of him.

It’s hopeless I cannot compete
With the fates that have tied me to this stream
Nor here nor there do I belong,
No man can claim me as his
No land can call me its owner
I’m just a lost lass at sea
And sometimes I see
Someone in a fair distance
I reach and he vanishes further
Further than I can see.
If only this misery would end
Cutezeni Nov 2024
Maybe I don’t need the sunlight to blind me,
but gentle sunshine to bathe me
with its life sustaining light,
engulfing me in its warmth
and making me feel at home;
at peace; finally.
The best days at Gladstone park
were not the summer days or even fall,
they were springtime days
with a promise of a full bloom
come the summer.
Summer never came
and the just about blooming flowers
started to wilt until they died in my heart.
Maybe summer is not my season,
it is too hot and scorching towards my soul.
Maybe it burns so brilliantly
that it erodes my life away
and I’m lost in a sea of light that is so bright
that it’s hard to make out night from day.
Maybe I need to stay in the promise of the bloom,
for young love and my groom..
maybe I need to be not where I want to be
in a place or time,
but with a person who is mine…
who calls me “mine” and claims me.
Maybe I can enjoy the park again when it’s spring,
maybe I can go to a different park
that reminds me of him..
there is a park that I have been to,
where ducks quack in the pond
and the fish swim too..
it felt like spring,
it was spring..
even when the chilly breeze
grazed my skin,
his touch kept me warm amidst our spring.
Maybe I need to be not where I am,
but where the spring is
as the spring is the perfect weather
for my hair and skin too,
it is just cold but sunny but windy
and there’s green leaves too.
Everything is better with a promise of spring
and when the spring springs onto us,
it is always a beautiful day too..
like a daydream, too unreal
but realistically within reach too.
I just need to be,
where the flowers bloom for spring
and my heart sings too.
Cutezeni Sep 2024
Flowers came abloom
And it was the time to present and prune
The offerings of soft gatherings
Of bouquets in banquets
In sunny sides atop river banks
Far from harm and envy
Far from any gloom.

They came and they saw
They didn’t like how they bathed in the light from afar
They hated and spewed
Words so abused
The flowers that were bloomed
Shied away from them
And were indeed doomed

But petals fell astrewn
Leaves turned brown too in the face of the crew
They plucked and picked at the flowers
Oh how they went on for hours!
Couldn’t see them bloom
Couldn’t see them happy and bright
Couldn’t get them out of their sight.
Just a flower...
Cutezeni Sep 2024
It hurts so deep
The pain is no relief
From the feeling of being an outcast
And lost
And losing yourself more than what you ought
To find yourself skirting around in the distance
Never the object of embrace
Just disgrace in this case
Cards were stacked against you in a way
In such a way
Where there was no way out
Just deeper in it the pain deepened
Feeling lost and hopeless
Holding on till another weekend.
And the week starts again
The weak go on in pain
Refrain to reframe the reality
You’re so lost
You become the lost cause
There is no congeniality.
It wasn’t your fault for being born with no spoons silver or forks too
It wasn’t you who chose the broke life it was chosen for you
It wasn’t fair then
It isn’t alright now
It’s easy to forget but harder to move on
Easy to live in denial with rosy glasses on
Take it off for it is…
Always harder to move on.
Bullying is never okay
Cutezeni Aug 2024
Love is not felt
It is not taken, still given
When you’re dying in the midst of the heaven
Who do you call on?
An angel
The angel comes and you feel like living again
But it’s not the same
For the angel left an angel shaped hole
Agape of pain
You’re scouring this earth you don’t see him
He said he's not of this world
You don’t believe him
Searching face to face
Continent to continent
You run away wasting the precious gift
That he gave that day
Your life back
But what is worth living
When you live in the memory of his face
Trying to find his race
Trying to track down every mortal man
It is just a chase
You don’t feel your heart flutter with any of them
You never did until that fateful day
When you almost died
And he came to show his face
Graced his presence to keep you apace
And you did and it felt great
But now he’s gone; he was never there
A figment of your imagination
It’s been far from fair
How can you love a man that was never there?
How can you feel what you feel and have no release of the burden of finding
When everything’s been blinding
You can’t see you’ve been blind
You could never see, you were always blind.
limerence is a *****
Cutezeni Aug 2024
Stars await the moon to turn its gaze
Away from the earth towards the sun, the centre of the solar system
It is solar and not the earth system
He is not the sun, but a black hole that draws the moon towards him
How he tugs her at once, but she keeps her space
She feels the growing distance in their space
So she looks towards the vast universe in awe and envy
She has been trained, she is ready
And wants to depart but he says not today.
Moon baby (not)
Cutezeni Aug 2024
Coffee drips blue to the touch
Dark on its own brewed as such
I take one sip it’s over by the next
I take one cup,
And the three follow to keep me vexed.

I don’t understand what is happening
Why my dependence on caffeine is rising
Why I need that cold brew
Oh! But my coffee
That sweet drip of toffee!
like iced americanos / cold brew blacks nowadays. Bitter as the truth
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