shåi Mar 31
the woman walks
upon the
water

across to me,
hands in my reach

her hair shines radiant
as the beaming sun;
memorable, her wispy lines

her eyes
glimmer
against  
the reflective light

her world falls
on and on
her endless demise
(shåi)
from a passing dream...
shåi Mar 8
red
yellow
green

the lights flash
dully

on the quiet serenity of
the streets

the sea
of darkness on the
midnight scene

sad eyes
hide amongst the trees
waiting

those eyes
do not draw attention

they seek no gratification

they wish
to be forgotten under
those forsaken willows

these pale
sad spheres
brighten one time
a day

age will come
their time will
fade

they sing souless
songs
like lost silver lilies
in the koi ponds

red
yellow
green

another day dawns again
no hope no more feelings
a troubled world
remains until the very end
(shåi)
confusion
  Feb 22 shåi
E. E. Cummings
my love
thy hair is one kingdom
  the king whereof is darkness
thy forehead is a flight of flowers

thy head is a quick forest
  filled with sleeping birds
thy breasts are swarms of white bees
  upon the bough of thy body
thy body to me is April
in whose armpits is the approach of spring

thy thighs are white horses yoked to a chariot
  of kings
they are the striking of a good minstrel
between them is always a pleasant song

my love
thy head is a casket
  of the cool jewel of thy mind
the hair of thy head is one warrior
  innocent of defeat
thy hair upon thy shoulders is an army
  with victory and with trumpets

thy legs are the trees of dreaming
whose fruit is the very eatage of forgetfulness

thy lips are satraps in scarlet
  in whose kiss is the combinings of kings
thy wrists
are holy
  which are the keepers of the keys of thy blood
thy feet upon thy ankles are flowers in vases
  of silver

in thy beauty is the dilemma of flutes

  thy eyes are the betrayal
of bells comprehended through incense
shåi Jan 17
mind tied
like two lines
shoelaces
twisted and knots
straight like the cigarette
and cocaine lines
snorted up the nose
into the brain
of such detached minds
the pain they hide
comes up to the surface
bubbling like liquid acetate
they have accepted
their inevitable fate
it is all but too late
to save the hearts
of those who
remain
*loveless
thank you so much for the reception on my last poem :)
shåi Jan 10
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i was bound to your
love
like chains on
a dead corpse

you held the gun
to my forehead
as i adoringly
fell in love with you

so hypnotised
drawn by your
kisses
my invitation

(shåi)
shåi Jan 1
the sun
in its ineffable
glow

casted a effortless shadow

crackle pop
goes the background
of the summertime scene

two lovers
both alike in mind
were now perfectly
aligned

they were spitting
reflections
(a living mime)
become whole

their love
was beauty

in which

beauty had been
their love

a tragic downfall
of souls so similar
could be hardly described

in words too little

and

too late

(shåi)
i am now shai, child of the light
shåi Dec 2017
i wove
my thoughts
of you
like vibrant yarn

turned every
slight feeling
into
something lovely

this tapestry,
complete in
its imperfections
displayed my love

but,

as i sew
yarn gets tangled
in its own web

i wait and ponder
as i hope to feel your
beauty again
will i ever feel your beauty again?
i am back
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