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Sep 2013 Sir B

Dark Smile

Of course.
She's right.
She always is.
I'm the only one who has to 'think logically'.
I'm the only one who has to grow up.
Even her bad grades are my fault.
Go ahead.
Take the blames,
lay them on my shoulders.
Watch me as I struggle.
Mock me as I collapse.

Sep 2013 Sir B

Razor

Sep 2013 Sir B

Dark Smile

Razor

I want to cut.
I yearn to smell that metallic scent of blood.
Feel smooth crimson droplets roll down my wrists.
Watch them fall to the floor, into a puddle.
Into the puddle diluted with my salty tears.
Weakling. Can't you even take this much pain?
Biting on my lip,
I press the razor down even more,
still crying.
The blood flow increases to an ooze.
A thin stream of blood flowing down my pale wrists.
I feel free, I feel like I'm in control. Only I can hurt myself.
LIES
I'll never be the only one to hurt myself.
Other people still will.
I no longer want to stick around to get hurt.
I want to move on the other side,
to whatever may be waiting for me.
It would only be too easy
I want to sink into oblivion.
One day I will.
*That day is today

No, I don't cut. I don't believe in cutting. However, I have friends, seniors and even juniors who cut and this poem is for them.

Sep 2013 Sir B

picking at the ripe-time

Sep 2013 Sir B

st64

picking at the ripe-time

staring through heat wave shimmer
baring to the sky
thoughts unseen

1.
watching
picking of peaches in drop-day sun
rows and rows of others
             neat aligning synchrony - laden baskets
like well-oiled piston-joints

2.
and when you think nobody looks
               a sudden-bite into fleshy-soft ardour
taste oh
         of swollen heaven-fruit
oh ******!
accordion-vision spilling of the unexpected
                               (drip.. drip.. splash.. sink.. )
onto the collar of your cotton-blouse
in slightly off-white splendour

arms thrown up in harvest-fervour
          a semi-circle of moist petal
winks at me
          from arm-pit labour
a deep flush on cheeks as your locket-eye feels a touch unready
finding my mild-gaze resting on your
rubiest-lips ever seen

3.
later
it is sure
a plumb-matching of that pretty furtive-stain
will be rather fetching
on your light-green peasant-frock

hark now!
the winds will howl in least protest
and
waves off southern-cliff coast
where hardy-souls dare go
will quite steadfast
roar..
in unison

oh, ice-rains may fall and squalls may blow
yet finest moment-dawning will be
much like..
picking at the ripe-time*

S T - 20 sept

bongiorno :)
seasons go.. as they go.. round and round..

sub-entry: Black Star - Radiohead

I get home from work and
You're still standing in your dressing gown
Well what am I to do?
I know all the things around your head
And what they do to you
What are we coming to?
What are we gonna do?

Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite that beams me home

The troubled words of a troubled mind
I try to understand what is eating you
I try to stay awake but its
58 hours since that I last slept with you
What are we coming to?
I just don't know anymore

Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite that beams me home

I get on the train and I just stand
About now that I don't think of you
I keep falling over
I keep passing out when I see a face like you
What am I coming to?
I'm gonna melt down

Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite that beams me home
This is killing me
This is killing me

Sep 2013 Sir B

Perfect

Sep 2013 Sir B

Zephyr

Perfect

I'm not tall
               and that's fine
I'm not skinny
               and that's fine
I'm not a genius
               and that's fine
I don't shine in sports
               and that's fine
Five (great) friends are all I have
               and that's perfect

I'm not a lot of things
I don't have what everyone wants.

But I am me.
And I have music.
               and that's perfect

Sep 2013 Sir B

eat me

Sep 2013 Sir B

Redshift

eat me

i think that doughnut is speaking to me
excuse me
i must go hear
what it has to say

character flaw: i can't resist the allure of a ******* doughnut

Sep 2013 Sir B

The Fool Who See's Their Folly

Sep 2013 Sir B

SomeThingsSitSideways

The Fool Who See's Their Folly

It's twisting with time
knotting my insides
like a diamond in the rough
that's too tough to find.
The potion wearing off
covering my eyes with the cloth
of sins and sinister thought
feeling finally caught.

My mind won't rest
so why lie with the best?
Clear skies will never clear these eyes
and silver linings only shine
somewhere in the back of my mind.
A fool is the beholder
of this comedy, divine.

Sep 2013 Sir B

Silence.....10W

Sep 2013 Sir B

Anderson M

Silence.....10W

Fire in a world of ice
Smoldering the heart’s soul