#defensemechanism
poor sara
reeked of incompetence
so she wore arrogance like a perfume
against their captious noses
the fragrant so potent
it hindered away her imperfetions
Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 1:16 PM UTC
brimstone and fire
ready to engulf anyone
to burn or be burned
Shield that destroys
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 9:23 PM UTC
his head bleeds rivulets of flowers
on the street with few passerby
but there is still naught, not
a worrier, we are all sons of this soil
which has imbued in us the shield
of defense against pain, poverty,
wound and death, we are all idols
of this soil with our open eyes
that see but never could comprehend.
we are solemn in our expressions
but only if it could turn into actions
that we have long forgot the story of,
there is pain in every glance, and
that is all there is to it, our hands
clutching our ******* as we pass by,
our eyes squinted with the soil kernels
touched by his blood, fainted of life,
(of alcohol may be) and of lifeless visions.
his toes are half hidden beneath a car
(is he just asleep, my eyes ask me,
I have no answer, I pass by: a passerby)
a turbaned man sees through his shield
while speaking on his phone, the lips
next to me tell of the blood I failed
to see or sniff and him being passed out
by alcoholism, those lips wonder if he’d die,
may be he would, we’re all dead, when alive.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC