If I walked up to you and
asked if you were happy
and you said no
and I asked you
what would make you happy
again
would you reply
us?

but I guess
shooting stars were made
for better wishes
than the fixing
of my shattered
heart.

Dance to the tune of the soul
The music, no holds barred
The rhythm of the heart
With a pulse on the moment
Pulsating bodies entwined
Slither in unison; moments frozen
Time takes a backseat
All illusions shattered, only pure emotions
Delving deeper, to the warmth
Cocooning each other in tight embrace
The arms exploring and encompassing
Till the hearts beat in same rhythm
Finally, the moment of truth

© Amitav

i was hoping that if you kissed me enough
in places where i thought i was dead

flowers would grow

but i am not a garden
and my dear,
you are far from a dose of fresh water and sunlight

Don't ever fall in love with a poet
because they will indeed admire and watch your every move
they will write about how the pen marks on the side of your palm when you write
don't ever because they will trace
every single freckle you have on your face and
write about the color of each and every one of them and
describe how they smile so brightly under the sunlight
they will want you to want to know every little thing about them
even if it's just what hand they write with and want you
to be wondering why they write with that specific hand when in
reality it doesn't even matter

the poet will watch the way you dig
your eyes onto that book and your small quick remarks onto the 26 letters all crumpled together and will know that everyday at 5:28 p.m. you smile

they will look deeply into your eyes
to see if they can at least take a little
peak of your soul and they will write
about you like if you were the only
thing they see good in this world

they will want to know what you think
about when you look at them and
see if you also count each and
every freckle and hope and write  
that you do but they will
love you endlessly and they will
show you that they love you and only you

but don't date a poet if you aren't
capable to watch them and
admire their imperfections
when they sleep late at night
beside you.

j.f

Hello, and welcome to another day
Of taking everything for granted
Your usual table in the corner
Of delusion is free
Be sure to tip your waiter as you serve yourself
Your favorite excuses
Just the way you take it…
So bitter and cold
And as the band begins to play
The melody of pain
In this disenchanted
Sinner theatre of soul
The schizophrenic stall-room dancers
Swim in disarray
All in celebration
Of your wasted life

So raise another glass
To everything you’ve never done
Make another toast
To everything you’ll never be
Drink the wine of ignorance
That keeps you pacified
A toast to your wasted life

Silence filling all the jagged spaces
As the music dies
Every face before you a ghost
Who will never be
Every hollow eye upon you
Reflecting self-destruction
Has the guest of dishonor
Nothing to say?

Raise your final glass
To everything you’ve never done
Make your final toast
To everything you’ll never be
Choke upon the ignorance
That kept you pacified
A toast to your wasted life

Drop the glass as you fall
Old and broken to the floor
Take your final breath
As you reach out for anything
Nothing ever stopped you
But the nothing you’ve become
A toast to your wasted life

Flames growing higher
Tattooing my senses with pain
As I suffer in this void
Calling out to you
Falling upon deaf ears
Wondering where things fell through
And why you fell away
Living Hell devouring foundations
Taking away reasons to fail
One final injustice
Now shared with you
As indifference is devoured
And hatred consumed
In this mouth of jagged, scorching teeth
And the beast that now feasts
It shows no judgment
It knows no partiality
Oh, the irony
I hear your final thoughts
Locked within your final screams
As the fire takes us both
Together in the end
Melting in hatred's loving embrace

Wake up screamin’ in the middle of the night
I taste the bile that’s starting to rise
And know that I’m in hell again
‘Cause the zombie mother ******* are screamin’ outside
More real than the demons in my own mind
And maybe I should let them in
‘Cause the world’s already been eatin’ at my brain
And everything I’ve done has been in vain
So dead inside is all I am
With all the human monsters drainin’ me
Feedin’ on my pain and misery
I’m already feedin’ the ******

Tonight I’ll die without you
You can’t control my demise
I’ll suffer well without you
I’m already dead inside

I open up the door and walk to the end
Of the drive and my life, where my new friends
Are just like me, so dead inside
I welcome them and their cold embrace
And smile as the blood pours down my face
Their teeth the last thing through my mind
I wake with a hunger like never before
And find I have never wanted anything more
Than feeding on the living brain
My ******* neighbor’s still asleep in his bed
He wakes up screaming as I empty his head
That ******* died in horrible pain

Tonight I live without you
I can’t control my appetite
I’ll feed my pain without you
I am dead inside

It seems each victim wears your face
And now a thought I can’t erase
I’m wasting this gift I’ve been given
I leave a ****** trail right to your door
And find you huddled up on the floor
Regrettin’ the life you’re barely livin’
You see it’s me and start to scream
As a feeling so much better than any dream
Comes as I taste the waste inside your head
I smile as the life inside you fades
And the pain you’ve been feeding on starts to invade
Just like me, you are the living dead!

Tonight, I have devoured you
I’ve become your demise
I have finally shown you
What it’s like to be dead inside

Your misery becomes you
So lost and empty inside
I’ve given what I owe you
Just like me, you’re dead inside