I  looked at the clock this time;
Five minutes to go.
The time was same for everyone,
nobody high, nobody low.
The cacophony was worth hearing,
the whispers, the gossips, the applause too.
For I had become the biggest attraction during  that whole hour.
It was draining,
emotionally, physically.
But I am not a human,
I am a STAR.
The words at first felt ‘grinding’,
then suddenly they came into unison.
They were shouting out my name.
The Stage Manager walked upto me.
He said that it was time,
he meant MY TIME.
The world was there in front of me.
Remember,
me, not a human,
but a STAR.
They couldn’t get to me so well,
because I am a STAR.
I was to perform.
I am a STAR.
They don’t know how fake I hate to be.
My Manager screams for not being so.
I hate this world of lust and fame,
I had chosen it, though.
The world expects.
You give.
But they don’t understand is,
You a human too.
The world is bad.
lust and fame,
All in MY NAME.
And it is ALL in MY NAME.

*Please Note: This is a poem from my poem collection called 'Distance'. You can get it on my blog www.joeesomething.blog.com

They didn’t tell me to walk on my own.
But fate,
They distanced.
I sit on the bench,
Thinking about the things they had done.
The way people thought,
The way they perceive things, assume them,
All had changed.
All had changed,
Only for the worse.
I looked at the dry leaves which had just fallen,
Even they were green,
But once.
I looked at everything so lush green;
Even they would wither out someday.
Every dog has its day,
They say.
All dogs even have bad days.
I am a lonely dog.
If they would be there today,
Walk alone, they would say.
But under their guidance.
But now I walk alone,
Forever.

*Please Note: This is a poem from my poem collection called 'Distance'. You can get it on my blog www.joeesomething.blog.com

i’m addicted to touch
craving the love of another mother
from which our love blooms
like a ******* child.

arms inflamed with bees,
bones protruding in awkward angles
from our elbows
never asleep,

your back is ripped with claws
oh, how to love, they told us
lies, to keep us up at night, to keep us
trapped behind skin

little petals at your ******* fold away,
wither with red and blood, falling
as though writhing, angry
snakes. but we’re gone

disappeared behind dreams of clouds,
perpetually propelled
by great tails of thorns, by
a force grown from seed.

darling, our hearts curdled, we
stand at the hearth of a fire
kindled by secrets, burning
memories of love

I am the tiger that hides from himself, eating my stripes to become something else, in a jungle of my own design, where I’m trapped in the thorn vines of enemy time. Yet I, in time may change my views, staying the same by trying to become something new. Like Icarus with wings of wax, until my self-destructive choices made me fall too fast; into a past that seems filled with sorrows. Another crash landing, where I find myself in tomorrow. “Tomorrow” a word that seems deceptive at best. For tomorrow is only a past that I have not lived yet, but the memories will be there, still be piled on the shelves, just another day of wishing I was somebody else.