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410 · Feb 2013
Longing for Midnight
...There are voices
drifting with the breeze
of enigma and
transcending thoughts
Cool whispers in chorus with the night
Distortions faded as
tired man sleeps
She dances upon this unmasked field
Dreams lit by
a smile from a moonlight
upon a night sky bounded by none
Time seems
an endless reverie
as the world lies in soothing silence
But like the waves that
visit the shore
Everything in time
shall come to pass
like a glimpse of
heaven in this hell
Now that the warmth starts to fade away
and the magic turns into madness
that even the silence is
silenced
time yet again for chaos to rise
And soon I know
I would find myself
longing again for those
cool whispers...
Mek
Dec08
408 · Mar 2013
Irrelevant
...Bits and pieces
like the scent of a distant
smoke
Words of a secret
breath
under the rose
Feel the touch
of the ghost
and
believe beyond reasons
Sometimes
what is real does not require
logic
So as days
in need of daylight
And when something
becomes
something else
I'd rather hear
both lies
and believe
the missing
Truth...
Mek
07.27.09
...We've got nothing but
our selfish belief
and the weakness deep within
We embraced reality like a
fabricated story
with a fabricated
happy ending
told by the world and the things
that gave us reasons to
blame
Running from things that
never existed was
our light in the night to find
home
we
never had
In the end
we took refuge in a dusty
old
basement
and hoped the winter
would never
come...
Mek
11.11.09
399 · Feb 2013
Feared
...Roads upon roads
of winding twilight
a hole in the dark
darker than the nothingness
of everyday life
Hear the night speaks
a crow's caw
Listen to the shivers of the call
A maiden cries
that fills the madness
of an insatiable fear
Naiveté of delirium
is what saves us
from the panic of order
at the sight of chaos and
there's a glimpse
and we return to the voices
of everyday words...
Mek
Jan09
398 · Feb 2013
Burning Cold
…Like saddened eyes
drenched deep
from the pains of yesterday
that shrouds a glimmering hope
whispered by tomorrow
Weak in the flesh
Undressed by regrets
Wandering endlessly
through thorns of dying roses
under vague black skies
of crying stars and bleeding moon
Alone in the night
in search of a warmth… to weep
Beneath the shadow of a cloak
Wading through dark waters of
uncertainties and despair
Struggling to survive
the splintering shivering cold
Blown by melancholic voices
that echoes within the void
of a withering heart
Desperately holding on
to desolated
breaths…
Mek
Apr 08
397 · Feb 2013
Prayers of Despair
...The horizon has been
bleeding
for God knows how long
Yet we try to
stop the crying
Not knowing
that it's the grip that
brings us at the edge
of a choking point
where we stand with
worn out knees
and blame
the one thing
that we have been calling as
the burden that causes the
sadness...
So we seek
for that single smile
with the prayers of
Despair...
Mek
Jun09
397 · Feb 2013
Breathe
...The air is thick
heavy
burden to the soul
and every beat
gasps for light to flee
from a blinding choke
It's a nightmare
of visions
when you see
tomorrow will never
breathe
You suddenly recoil
to a memory
of the days when the air
smells like the sea
playing with the shore
one painted
sunset...
Mek
Feb09
397 · Feb 2013
Lament for Breath
Hanging in the twilight
of distorted sleepless dreams
slowly drowning in the lake
of burning fires and gloomy
skies over
dying stars
with each moonlight fading
the world is falling apart
restless… a choking of the neck

…ascending cries never ending
a deafening silence looms in the dark…

Crows feasting the flesh
hanging upon a dead willow tree
no peace but a void
of a transcending despair and
a struggle in each breath
yesterday’s a masterpiece
…blackened
emerging strife of a desire to live
lamenting of a withered
bloom…

And so it says
but never heard…
Mek
Oct08
396 · Feb 2013
A Song of Yesterday
...Dreams are made
when the world is quiet
A slumber into the deep
not of the abyss
neither of the drowning
Stillness
as perfect as
Her dance in the fire
Then a rainbow of men
twisted by colors
of deceiving skies
Hidden stains of a cloud
whispers a nightmare
and Her songs
succumbed into
despair...
Mek
Jan09
396 · Mar 2013
Prayer of the Distorted
...Wingless
a flight to the edge
beating of the heart
Bloodless
a struggle of drowning
depths
Lifeless
black and white and
truth
Light and dark
strike and fade
away into
blackness
Dreamless
a night to burden
and loosing to chance
Faithless
Lord make me see
blind me with the light
wrap me not with
reasons...
Mek
Jul09
395 · Feb 2013
Water to Wine
...And so a flower
blooms
in the silence of twilight
amidst this field of thorns and
the burden of falling tears
A beauty unspoken witnessed by
Heaven and
Earth
Left unsaid but never unheard
And so a dream in
a slumber
Awakening a magical sensation
An angelic touch of a simple
happiness
and a smile
radiating through darkened nights of
fading moonlight and
withering hope
Then again
reality comes with the dawn and
the only uncertainty is
how
do you make a
dream
come true...
Mek
Sep08
389 · Feb 2013
Pieces
...One heart
broken into pieces
fragments of
seven demons of
my devil
Still waters never cared
they only worry about ripples
...disorder to create
control
And the wind is
as dry as bones in a
darkened room
where the angels
mourn
at the death of a candle...
Mek
Mar09
385 · Feb 2013
Fate of Choices
...Paths amongst forked tongues
choosing the right was light
or what he thought
the light of chance of the right
A scent of fool's gold
Dead trees amidst the breathing
caught by the blind
Treading with the rustling leaves
remnants from a time
when emeralds dropped a morning dew
wading through sinful tears
sorrow of a dying lotus
sinking into a drown
a sheer cliff into the abyss
And as the depth
thrusts a cold dagger
doubts faded to an inevitable
loss...
Mek
Jan09
384 · Feb 2013
Honest Lie
...In every street there are
marks left by footsteps
Remnants
of an unknown tale
Some are even scarred
and some are
distinct
that we perceive them as special
and hold on to them
so desperately
because we never wanted
to walk alone
We fear
a lot of things and we
find security in it
because
deep inside
we hope
that the marks will remain
and the presence will be renewed
Seems alibis
bring salvation from what is
true
until we get frustrated
and angry
because we tried
to hold on...
Mek
May09
381 · Mar 2013
Behind the Act (10w)
...Silence
at the back
stage
defines
half the world's
thoughts...
Mek
03.20.13


**My first of a series
376 · Feb 2013
Solitude
...The silence of midnight
beneath a relentless choking
moonless sky
brings a dream of
nightmares awakened by
the roars of a
horse-drawn chariot
driven by the
headless one
haunting me since dusk
Tainted amber skies, there
was this urge to flee
but there came a calm…

There was a lingering whisper in
the chaotic silence of his walk at
the edge of a dagger
He held my sanity
wounding a scar
bleeding from regrets
Closing into my ear, I
feel the vile from his breath
I closed my eyes
shutting the world from reality
but suddenly… lightning crashes
Ironically feels like
a soothing touch…

“I am you…

…at dawn if the sun won’t rise
we will build a fortress
and I
will leave you
six feet under
within the solitude of
delirium…”
Mek
Dec08
374 · Mar 2013
Now and the World
...Three days in the fire
and the screams
turn into whispers
before they become
numb
Distortions
in the middle of
parallel thoughts
defined the grays
in what was once
the voice of the sun
Judgment of a doubt is
the only truth
in a world of manipulated
right...
I am silenced
by the denial of others
and the world
is drunk
from streams of
blood
money...
Mek
07.26.09
...We believed
you and I
of the lies we used to
keep within the kisses
Dancing together while we
think of what was it
like to be with
somebody
else
and we fantasize and
talk about the dreams
on both ends
Until we chose to
want them and become
desperate
dragging our feet
to contradiction
But we
never thought of
cutting the strings
around our necks
So we bled
and fed the fire of the one thing that
we used to
hate...
Mek
10.25.09
The winds never flew with distorted wings nor feared the crow's caw echoing in the twilight till proud Man came...

...The Seas drown themselves
with the ale from their bile
feasting flesh upon flesh as
a ravaged lady mourns
for her daughters
and sons
were fed to the fire
Tomorrow is losing
into a fade and
windows will never see
a sunrise again
nor a flower's
bloom with joy
and the only red left
in this world is
the blood that paints the streets
of a narcissistic ideology that
manipulates every breath in this plane
Soon
on that horizon
behind the mountains of men
the skies will bleed and
gray clouds will fear
the shadows
of uncertainty...
Mek
Feb09
363 · Feb 2013
Thoughts and Uncertainties
We walk
we run
we rage
…into the last glimpse of the lightning

We seek
we fail
we cry
…within the deepest core of our hearts

We rise
we try
we fly
…beyond visible nomadic clouds

We fear
we kneel
we dream
…outside our own mortality
Mek
Dec08
363 · Feb 2013
A Lie I Told
…I have shown the world
a smile that reached through
thousands of miles
And it was
nothing but a
facade
Clashing moonlight of
endless thoughts
shedding blood of tears… raging
as I’ve fought into
forever distance
In my mind I
scream in anguish…
Plunging back to my depths
a familiar sorrow I
have
felt
Leaving again the realm of sanity
off I am
to wander through
madness…
Mek
Jan08
359 · Feb 2013
Once in Time
...Once a bringer of truth
elder fire that lights the world
a blanket in the cold
a quench in every thirst
The cawing was never a fear
and storms were always a sunshine
Honor was everything
solid as a contented rock
but those were the days...
And all that remains
shattered glass
remnants of yesterday
And unlike those raindrops
when they fall
they flood
and become
whole again...
Mek
Dec08
...It's not about
the sun and the
sunshine it brings
or the chirping birds or butterflies or
the smile that clings
It's not about the clothes we
wear and not really
about the choices we
make
Not even the alcohol we drink
or the regrets of
a dull morning
It's not about the dreams or
the fantasies of
loneliness
And never about the teardrops we've cried
or the indulgence in
sympathy
Don't even think about it...
There are times that
it's not about the right
or
the wrong or the
things that you can
do or the things you
think you
can do
But at the end of the day
it's mostly about the
simplest
complexity of being
us...
Mek
Apr06
355 · Feb 2013
Puppets and Masters
...Remnants of daylight has fallen
and the crows heaved a light blackened
Putting forth
dark lords of the night
In their hands pulling the strings
Fear engulfs the lands and
no one dared
forcing each breath to
be sold
for a gold
and the bold left out in the cold
Puppets feast upon the fallen
Whilst men hope not for a dead end
The devil's laugh
fills the twilight
They devour whatever he brings
Soulless...
and they never really cared
for they've been blinded and
told
to behold
all the gold our pockets can hold...
Mek
Dec08
353 · Feb 2013
Mindless
...Four walls
and
a drowning soul wandering
into wonders of the
dust
fed
sun
Blank stares **** the time and he'll
never know what could have been if
he had it the other way
Angels weep
before they turn into stones
and losing becomes
the triumph of
the devil
Silence
is what heaves the sanity
to the edge of the blade
and tomorrow
will always be the
same...
Mek
May09
350 · Feb 2013
A Walk with the Dead
...You've been climbing that tree
for quite a time now
You're wounds were healed
scars
concealed by
intoxicating arrogance
and I
see you up there enjoying
elevated by the wind as it gets
inside your head
You
remind me of writers of
golden tongues and
golden pens who
never wanted anything
but to climb that tree
whenever the storm gathered
While poets
walk with the dead
enjoying
the vastness of the
field...
Mek
Jan09
349 · Feb 2013
Certainties of Uncertain
...Control
list everything
make tomorrows shine
and rise to a new day
Will the sun rise?
Dream
soar high
Breathe into it
Forget the bounds of reality
and make it real
Is it walking on solid grounds?
Plan
Forge a bridge
Build a house
bleed some more
and call it home
Will it be a refuge?
Certainty
nothing is certain
in the word maybe
And that is certain
So...
Mek
Jan09
347 · Feb 2013
She is... Despair
...Her eyes pale
as she stares
at the night sky
of a moonless dream
Wondering
if tomorrow's worth
another breath
She speaks in a monotone
a dull whisper
of deluded sanity
"what is worth to tell
when nobody listens?"
Disarray of light
darkened hindsight
...blinded!
Succumbed into nothingness
Failure
of choice... failed
to choose
Letting go
isn't always the road
to happiness...
Mek
Jan09
347 · Mar 2013
We Are Who We Are
...Talks about life
logic floods
We drown trying
to face the nightmare and the
incompetence
of reasoning
to understand why rainbows
turn into shadows
and thus we
use hope as a way
to cloak
our weaknesses
to deal with those we cannot
We laugh at the things
that make us
cry
and break every mirror
that shows who we really are
...But who knows why?
Maybe the questions are
more powerful than the
answers...
Mek
09.20.09
344 · Feb 2013
Lost in the Cold
A tormenting sun burned above the vultures that circled above his thoughts anticipating his fall. His lips were chapped. Dried blood is the proof. This must be hell...

...The subtle growl of the sky
had woken her and
sometimes...
most of the time
gray clouds are
the alternative
sunrise...

...The journey had taken a little longer than what he had thought. And the heat... the heat was becoming too heavy for a burden. If only his tears would quench his thirst...

...She never believed in
angels
or at least find a reason to
convince her
that each breath is
a miracle...

...He had always thought that sunsets were promises of a solemn night. But as he stood at the edge of a cliff, he knew that that sunset will bring him the coldest eternal night...

...That night though
nothing
seemed
different but
the cold was somewhat heavy
and she couldn't help but think...
God
must be sleeping
again...
Mek
Mar09
341 · Mar 2013
...What Does It Say?
...Sometimes I
think of the things that
make me wonder
and laugh at myself
for the struggle that I
have brought upon my
head
Maybe it's senseless or
perhaps
there are questions
meant not to be
answered
Maybe I'll light a different
smoke someday or
get married
But I'd like to think
that someday
the cliff
would teach me how to
fly...
Mek
Jul09
334 · Feb 2013
Fires Gone Cold
...Drowned
by each wave
washing the shore
of the ever shifting sands
Colliding memories with
the rising tides
and a kiss
supposedly sweet
A bloom in a whisper
Sunsets of dawn
of an intoxicated
trust
Decadence of the heart
couldn't fill the void
with the skies
of the night
as the pain in the numb
awakens
A heartbeat of a sliver
in my flesh....
Mek
Feb09
332 · Feb 2013
A Sense of Touch
...City lights
on a distance
reflect
a melancholic dance
of fireflies drifting
the streets
Black metallic cases walk
and nobody cares
Fragile as a glass
they talk about tomorrow as
black clouds embrace
their dreams and the flowers were
never tended
anymore
Emotions are
Were...
And one couldn't stop
to wish
In my heart I know
a single touch makes
a big difference
but reality is
nostalgia
is the calm in
the air...
Mek
Jan09
327 · Feb 2013
Clouded Grounds
...The sun was dull that morning and the colors of the landscape were washed away by the restless wind and scattered shadows. He knew that the valley is only for the dead. He hesitated to walk on...

...She had
always known that
dried leaves
never enjoyed
the ground
maybe she's wrong...

...The afternoon light bled like melancholic Sunday. He feared the rumbling or perhaps feared that he was not prepared. He had hoped for a flood...

...A dead tree stands
amidst everything
It told her
the remnants
of things
that were once here...

...Weary and heavy with the walk, the cold seeped into his flesh. Drying the bones. The shivers slowly choked the sanity in him and he wondered if tomorrow would be the same... Who knows?

...Perhaps it is sad
sad that we
do not know
But... does it really matter?
Perhaps someday
we will
know...
Mek
Mar09
318 · Feb 2013
Moon Rains
…A Moonlight’s quill pens
a poetry of
whispering cries and
realities of silence
Fear flowing upon bridges
within streaming melancholia
touching the cheek… loosing the glow
Filling the void with
nothing but the pain of tears
Shades of emotions
the feeling of nothingness
Distorted
struggling
smiles
amidst the heaving burden…
An attempt so desperate
leaving you more in pain
Like shattered glass
a silence
broke
free…
Mek
Apr08
316 · Feb 2013
Men of Faith
...Different hues
they separate the heavens
from this world
Faith is
a fragment from colliding stars
Beliefs were twisted
into a prejudicing principle
of those who are worthy
and not
Slowly consuming us
from within
Selfless has its own
irony to tell and
sometimes
the only way to free ourselves
is to set everything on
fire
and listen
to those who will scream
We are but bones
decaying to ashes
And in the end
truth will emerge
and indeed
we are our own
victims...
Mek
Jan09
315 · Feb 2013
Cascade
If all else fail then perhaps it was never meant to be...


...Forgetting is
not easy
Never was and never will
Like walking
against
the fury of the wind
made by lovers
that forces the scent
of kisses into
running veins
that opens up
yesterdays
So I lit a
cigarette
and walk my head
back
home...
Mek
Feb09
315 · Feb 2013
In Time
She wore a dress that reminded him of the blank spaces in a midnight sky. Her hair flowed playfully with each gentle blow of the wind. Time stopped when She took a hand...

...For a moment
he thought he heard a song
in the middle of the chaos
in his head
Bliss.....

...Seated on the ledge of a rock overhang that viewed the landscape of Man at the first sign of the sun, She bit her nails anxiously waiting for the next...

...He woke up
with the lingering
dream
it was love at first sight
and that song
that song was out
of tune. But....

...At dusk, she walked by the shore of what used to be white foam. Whispering a song as she played Her flute with the last remnants of sunlight...

...He had never felt
such contentment
before
and those tides
were... are
Tomorrow
till She whispered
"Not yet
...not yet"
First of several experimental pieces that i wrote. the idea is to collide prose with free verse to tell two separate stories that intersect at a certain point. A fellow writer once asked what do i call it... and i thought of "tangent free verse."

Mek
Feb09
312 · Feb 2013
A Different Light
...What if
I see the sun
as a golden dot?
And the clouds shroud the skies
choking the neck
breathless
What if I
hear the waves crying
and not roaring?
Would I drown
trying to calm the sea?
What if I feel
sorrow
in the eyes of a storm?
Would it be wrong to assume
that the sun's gonna die soon?
What if I see society
as a desperate act
to control chaos?
What if
I sense betrayal
in every bullet?
What if I
hear lies in every sweet kiss?
What if I'm wrong
does that make me false?
Mek
Dec08
311 · Feb 2013
Lost in the Fog
...I am
thinking of something
Something I
have never thought of
before
Perhaps it is nothing
Maybe the sun will
still rise without even looking
at the thought and birds
will build their nests at
the first sight of spring
And maybe... just maybe
sunscreen
will bring us more fun
than staying under
the shade
Now tell me who
knows the truth behind
the words...
Mek
Feb09
306 · Mar 2013
The Man Behind the I
...I am
bits of my pieces
struggling thoughts
of a dull moonlit midnight
A disoriented word
to describe
everything that means
something
else...
If only
there's a way to understand
most of the things that
make up the whole
perhaps the light wouldn't be
blinding
in the dark
or maybe
I wouldn't think about
black rainbows or hope
bereft of belief
I can always be
Some of them
but never
the most of
Us...
Mek
08.24.09
306 · Feb 2013
To Forget in Time
…A cold wind blows
of heaving reality
Time of shifting sands of
waves and black hole truths
Aurora’s fading
her majestic hue collapsing
fantasy’s yet
another book
in a dusty forgotten shelf
of a darkened
realm
Wounds may be healed but
the memories
scarred in time
will be forever there
like nightmares
underneath the bed
Deviating sweet dreams
painting the blue sky canvass with
a wretched black of
rotting shadows

And so
I close my eyes to
forget…
Mek
Dec08
304 · Feb 2013
Into the Fading
...Tears of anguish that
cries within
Heart that bleeds never ending
Blinded by the light of dreams
Thrown into the lake of
scorching fear
If only the Heavens could
pull me a string
and angels
salvage the core
of my being
If only there’s Light
to beacon my way and
for the Moon to hold Her sway
If only I could
fill the void
If only I could stop the memories
If only
I could…
Mek
Sep08
304 · Feb 2013
The Things They Know
...They have been with us
for as long as time
could remember
Lingering in thoughts
in every dreams
Shattered no more
freed from the masquerades
of a system
dictating us all
Waking to a hand-choked
tomorrow
that will never
be ours
so I long
not to be like them
...yet
But to know the
things behind every truth
If the dead could only speak
or perhaps
if I could only hear
or listen to their voices
then maybe
just maybe
things will be
clearer...
Mek
Jan09
302 · Feb 2013
She is... Hope
...She stands out
in the middle of chaos
as the sky
drowns
in madness
Her existence fills up
the heavy hole
in the night and
Her red dress sways
in each gentle blow...
At the edge of
echoing
human desperation
Her eyes glisten
as She says
"Let go..."
But we are
sometimes fascinated
at the sunset
to hear her
call...
Mek
Mar09
301 · Feb 2013
Dry Silence
...Some people live their lives
walking through dark alleys
to save their
sanity
from the threats of
what seems to be
the suspect of a usual doubt
Avoiding the pale light that
flickers with every blow
of a dictated system
They breathe
with their heads down
and the only thing that
makes them part
of what is real is their
unusual presence
mixed in the air
They tread their paths
like wading against the current
following the irony of a
peculiar scent
hoping that someday
it will lead them
to the promise of
Dry Silence...
Mek
Feb09
294 · Feb 2013
Hunger is the Devil
...Seven days of
crawling beneath the heavens
have passed
the sun of a pale warmth
seemed to have
forgotten
that I am
still
here
Perhaps I stayed
under the shadow for too long
or the shadow devoured
each cry
and fallen into deaf ears
I cried for water
you gave me salt for my hunger
Looming at a distance
a different sunrise
of hope in despair
I see a refuge
salvaged by a
lightning...
Mek
Jan09
287 · Feb 2013
It Fades Dry
...If only ink
never dries up
then every dream
will be written to
remind us to walk our path
If only whispers
scream
in times of a disturbed calm
then maybe
there will be a smile
filled
with laughter to spark
a new hope
If only silence never
burns cold after
a faded joy
perhaps tomorrow I
will think of the sun
and embrace
a new warmth
If only I
could speak with fate
to ask a few questions
then I
would not fear
closing both my eyes
in my sleep...
Mek
Feb09
286 · Feb 2013
Compromised
…Yesterday was fine
though not really
Maybe it was
maybe it
wasn’t
Maybe the colors were obscured
I was just dreaming of tomorrow
…What will come my way?
It was her… then she came
Together in each other’s arms
It was a cry
it was a smile… perhaps
But whatever it was
It sure was one hek of a time
We danced
and danced against
the music
Maybe I was drunk
Then again maybe
not… who knows?
I was shot then
I breathe
…was it worth every breath?
Maybe… maybe not
Maybe I shouldn’t be here
just maybe….
But I’m tellin you
it was worth every smoke
I was there around the corner
when it rained and I
took yesterday
looking for a silver drop
in the harmony
of my chaotic
dreams…
Mek
Oct08
286 · Feb 2013
A Walk Back Home
...I look at the stars
upon
a midnight's blue of a
purple blood
Seeking for something
that would clear my head
in this walk
back
home
Moonlight's dream
of a cool summer warmth
sends confusion
of a shivering
embrace
that cuts through
the sanity of my being
And I wonder
if this will ever
fade...
Mek
Jan09
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