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tainted black Feb 25
in his breath i heard trails of promise,
of comets and stars,
date nights with kisses,
of hurt and scars

in his breath i learned to draw,
a sword of defense,
arrows of offense,
and bled and gained flaw;

in his breath i had known,
the lies to be thrown,
the damage to be made.
and the swing of my blade.
he of all men.
tainted black Feb 25
i lost faith when i lost you
coffee seemed too bitter than it was
the air's dirtier than it is—
or maybe i am unknowingly suffocating

i don't know;

but, i lost faith when i lost you
reeked of nothing but sadness
known no light at the end of the tunnel
and lost me when i lost you
tainted black Jun 2023
i ache in areas i didn't know could feel pain
like a stepped on leaf—brought by disdain
i bleed in crevices i thought i had fixed;
but my body seems to deny the remedies —it ditched

the cries;
the laughter,
the shattering thunder
makes my heart unnaturally falter

the heaviness;
the rage,
the unforgiving phase,
the me you cannot replace

the heave and squeal,
the dying of zeal,
the red as it shed—
and the blue once its dead.
beaten my heart for an off tune love song.
tainted black Jul 2022
i dreamt once to be swept away
by love like waves; set astray
feelings loose like golden sand
by every sweep of someone's hand

yet when it came---
it felt like troubled waters
chaotic but full of wonders
then I began to ponder,

love is like tidal waves,
larger than shallow tides
nothing like a little light---
but something that gives a sunburned heart.
a little memory of mine as i came back from the sea.
tainted black Feb 2022
i remember the embers dying,
the chest that felt the sting,
the wound that kept on aching,

the silence between rivers of thought; tempting to sing.

it hums, it buzzes
as my mind right there fuzzes---
blank--- black
what the hell was that?

everything turned gray
then rainbows, then rain
followed by a strong
h   u    r    r   i    c    a    n    e

i twirled, buzzed
fiddled and dozed
a lot more of nothing
until it became everything

the silence grew loud
i wanted to get out
its fingers--- no claws
crawled, until there was jaws

i screamed, but screaming was painful
it burned me, until i was put out.
a scribnle from a scattered thought.
tainted black Oct 2020
I was chaos in delicate lace,
in satin and taffeta; a pretty face
what they see is what I let
a peek behind; they may regret.

I was chaos in delicate lace,
with smiles charming--- tears no trace
lips with chapstick; smudge on side
nothing but a breathless ride.

I was chaos in delicate lace,
disarray with class and taste
I reek of Chanel and all things sweet,
nothing but a foul treat.

I was chaos in delicate lace,
only but a pretty face
a troubled heart and restless mind,
a woman whose love is always blind.
This one is inspired by my favourite line from the book I'm currently reading.
tainted black May 2020
the stillness of the night iginited thee
the fire beneath thy skin
a phoenix above the frosty sea
an agenda hiding within
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