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 Mar 2013 Poemasabi
Jett
Enough.
 Mar 2013 Poemasabi
Jett
I do not know if I love you
in the same ways
I have grown, up and apart
from you.
Your habits I once found endearing
now make me claw at my skin.

You hate my painted fingers
and the length of my nails.
You poke fun at all the parts
I hate most about myself
and in case that didn't hurt quite enough,
you don't know how to listen
when the demons in my head
appear in the dark.
I fight them off alone
with silent prayers and sleeping pills
but nothing will ever be **enough.
Huge boulders, blocks of rocks,
shapes of prehistoric memories,
strewn all along the hillside,
merging with the meditation of green,
arranged in mysterious patterns,
evoke the presence of timelessness.
Like a  hidden message for extraterrestrials,
the rock garden beyond time stands,
against the backdrop of a hill,
an ascetic in its disposition.
A Jain* temple observes complete silence,
on the bank of the vast pool of tranquility.
*An Indian religion, predating Buddhism, prescribing a path of non violence to self realization .Observance of silence and periodic fasting are given much importance, as effective means to control mind.
Uncomfortably on one shoe,
this Cinderella of Bangalore,
stood  in front of "Infinity mall"
(No prince could miss a girl here)
peering in to every funky car,
from the wee hours.
With the other shoe in hand
for easy identification, (how smart!)
her lovelorn prince, fell asleep
at the precise time
when his taxi passed her.
You're selfish.
You're a cheater and a liar.
You're manipulative.
You're a coward.

Use your charm as a trap
for those of us found weak and defenseless.
Harmless fun, for now.

You may be all of those things,
but I am worse to blame.

I believed the lies.
I saw you manipulate girl after girl.
I thought I was different.
But boy, was I wrong.

I was so stupid to fall for your tricks.
Living a life of ignorant bliss.
Falling further and further
Until I hit bottom
Forgiving, forgetting, like nothing had happened.

You can't have my pride,
You can't take my dignity.
No longer.
You can't have me.
 Feb 2013 Poemasabi
Francisco DH
Never
Opened
To me.
Hurting
Ignoring
Never
Getting what I say.
 Feb 2013 Poemasabi
Francisco DH
Tonight
I
Mimic
Everyone

Tonight
I
Message
Everyone

Tonight
I
M­ock
Everyone

Tonight
I
Miss
Everyone
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