conventional ideation of where consent ends
and timbering begins.
intertwine your lips with my thoughts and call me friend,
your edging is the cruelest of all your sins
pull my contentment by the collar and let me know i’m still alive
****** my peace like a rug beneath my feet, begging for your intervention,
your blatant apathy is not furthering my goal to survive.

Sometimes I think we’re all mere magnets
Pulling towards this, pulling away from another
Getting closer to your grandmother while fighting with your mother
Moving out to find your identity but shielded online by anonymity
I swear we’re all mere magnets
Tired of running towards our goals but happily running from boredom
Telling others we know so much but then adept to play dumb
Wanting a bigger slice of success yet unwilling to gift the beggar a crumb
Aren’t we all mere magnets?
All relationships looking for some big reward
And pulling away if our emotions become too sore
Yet, what if some weren’t really magnets but pretended to be
Could those outliers find one another and stick for eternity
So my dear, are you a magnet?

There’s a coil in me.
It likes to wind itself up.
The only thing that eases
This…
Tension…
Is these words dribbling,
Down and out of my mouth.
Babble…
Nonsense…
Not the words I’m trying to use,
Nor the meaning
I’m trying to convey.
I’m…
I’m sorry I’m this way.

the space between existence and nothingness
is where I linger,
wander,
absolute nothingness.
the breath between words,
the pause,
the tension,
the stillness,
empty.

you lose focus often
in their phrases
that it's hard to find your space
if you never stop to breathe

a world filled with everything,
a world filled with nothing.

Ice upon bare skin
Limbs bond by silk sashes
Helpless and unable to breathe
The pressure of the air caused by your very demons are like weight upon your breast.
As skin touches skin
As the atmosphere becomes gradually more tense as the two of them merge
As the heat of your body is disturbed by my cold touch as well as fragments of ice that navigate you as ships do the sea
Aimlessly wondering in places they should not go
Then your body truly begins to mirror the ocean.
The once conservative flower which oozed nectar has become a waterfall
Overflowing, nonstop
Your eyes that were once filled with curiosity, excitement and innocence are now the very embodiment of intimacy, they are indulgent and filled with lust
A mind that races
A body that spasms uncontrollably
A voice that beckons because the soul is overwhelmed by such sensations
Is the sweetest music that echoes within an empty room

I don't know what to do,
Mother-in-law is coming to stay for a week or two,
I bribed the devil for help,
It painfully began to yelp,
Mothers-in-law are dangerous,
In hell ominous ,
Also there they have their say,
They want their own way,
Even Satan is moulded to soft clay.
If you love your spouse,
Welcome her to your house,
See she comes alongside you,
Not between you.

I am a lake
I am full of turmoil and water
There is thick mud at the bottom
All kinds of things get stuck
There are bodies buried inside me
My chest is full of corpses
I ripple with every disturance
Surface tension broken by those who do not lightly tread
I tend to overflow I tend to spread the bog