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Patricia Cikus Dec 2015
why do i always
fall in love with broken people,
thinking i can repair
them -  their hearts, their minds...?

i want to fix them.
i pour molten gold out of my heart
and into my hands.
i burn them with it so i can
repair their cuts and put their broken pieces
back together...

but for them, it's hard to say that they're beautiful,
even after they had been broken,
even after i've poured all of my molten gold out of my heart
and burned my hands to blood with it
trying to put them back together.
Thank you, Mr. Brightside. You changed me, showed me what my purpose on this world is.
Patricia Cikus Nov 2015
silence so loud
but not awkward at all.
it's kind of enjoyable to sit there
next to your grave
just like i was once sitting next to you
in your hospital room.

at least i know you're at peace.
Thank you, Grandmother. I love you.
Patricia Cikus Nov 2015
just like the long distanced supernovas
the deceased people cast their light upon us
years after they're gone
I think of you from time to time. Thank you, Grandmother.
Patricia Cikus Nov 2015
take me higher
than the lakes and rivers
forests, hills, mountain peaks
among the clouds and the cold
among the stars and meteors
the comets, the planets
the stardust

take me higher
with your love and passion
with your provocations
with your whole self
(but you've already done that)
and there's no return.
Patricia Cikus Nov 2015
moonlit pale, sweaty skin
ghastly darkness surrounding both of
us.
Us.
we are children of cosmos
we are walking uphill against the wind
we are fighting our inner demons
demons stopping us from loving each other
strong wind messes with our hair
it's chilly outside on a windy november evening
i could walk that path with you forever
if only it could last forever
  Nov 2015 Patricia Cikus
Asim Javid
I woke up this morning and my name flashed on T.V.
They said i blew up places , they said i killed masses .
Men , women & children I murdered them all.
Who am I ?
I am a muslim and i am taking this fall.
They used my name and spread the terror.
I am not them , it surely is an error.
We, muslims, are the holders of peace , we spread love.
Why am I being  represented by their false actions.
I am a person, with different notions.
World will now brand me a terrorist.
Don't judge me by their actions , I insist.
I am not them, they pilfered my name.
They inflicted libel , and my religion to defame .
I have been robbed , robbed of my name.
I am a muslim , human like you , all the same.
My name has been robbed , my identity stolen
I deprecate the terror and mourn for fallen.
There are millions like me and humanity lies in our depths.
But we are all victims of Identity Theft* ...............
We Muslims condemn  the Paris attack.
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