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Pisceanesque Jul 2015
somewhere
there is a space
where I will find myself
amongst the dust that falls so calmly through the air.
I’ll find my purpose lingering there.

meanwhile
I’ll stay partitioned off from ghosts
and other 5th dimension beings –
sharing this part of the room
with my cold desire to belong.
© Tamara Natividad
www.pisceanesque.com
Written 28 July, 2004
Pisceanesque Jul 2015
carnal lightening reaped my brain in verves of
sickled fever, emotion sloughing clean
my tortured psyche.

and who was I to challenge
this narcotic self ablution –
yet, what of my resolve to linger
undisturbed
in bias mental disarray?

pathetic hypotheticals
engorged my blood
as nothing new.
the tension burning scars within this
manic unenlivened carcass
grew until

my hybrid self assaulted what was once
unfailed but often wrong integrity
as swifter than a scarlet blade
my conscience was absconded
to a heaven: peace, release, and ease.

had I commanded armies to retreat?
my palsied mind
was finally worth its ****** ground
and tissues thick with matters
fed on independence
lost among the strain.

I must remember where I left my genius.
© Tamara Natividad
www.pisceanesque.com
Written 24 June, 2004
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Pisceanesque Jul 2015
Belittle me
and like a singularity
I will become dense
and invisible
and drop from your space

I will gravitate
inside my own world
(my owned world)
– my mass, not yours –
and use my volume
to prove your theory
is full of holes

– black holes –

that only carry purpose
like a stain
that can’t be washed
from its own fabric
© Tamara Natividad
www.pisceanesque.com
Written 9 August, 2011
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Pisceanesque Jul 2015
Say no again
and you will build this love
with weakened walls
– a prison –
that stands only
to threaten my life
and topple my dreams
and crush my heart
and ignite a fire
that burns my goodness
into an eternal
rage for slow revenge
© Tamara Natividad
www.pisceanesque.com
Written 11 August, 2011
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Pisceanesque Jul 2015
I,
despite my distance,
refuse to let you drift alone,
morphing,
in my own subtle way,
into the very raft
that keeps you dry.
© Tamara Natividad
www.pisceanesque.com
Written 10 January, 2014
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Pisceanesque Jul 2015
You
can shut me out
all you like
but the windows
to your soul
remain wide open,
and I,
the great visionary,
can see everything
contained within
beyond them.
© Tamara Natividad
www.pisceanesque.com
Written 10 January, 2014
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Pisceanesque Jul 2015
Please tear me
into a thousand pieces
for your silent destruction
will be the womb
that nurtures
my growth.
© Tamara Natividad
www.pisceanesque.com
Written 15 February, 2014
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