#mismatch
How do you feel today?
How will you feel tomorrow?
I wonder how I was feeling yesterday
Maybe I wondered yesterday how I was going to feel in the future or the past
Maybe I wondered how you would feel tomorrow or had felt previously
Maybe I didn't even feel anything
What is a feeling ?
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 11:12 PM UTC
I've never seen a brighter red than your Honda's one.
The rigid metal cold to the touch contrasts with my warm palm.
Its black wings, mistrustful, promise to enchant you away from me.
They tell me about your reckless riding through the wild city.
Morning glory flowers surround your backyard,
and unlike them we always come alive at nighttime.
Under a ethereal dark blue ocean starred sky
I stare at you stealthily, it doesn't take much until I decide to dive.
Your grey waters and my black waters do not compare,
all of this mismatch leads me to deep despair.
Sinking deep down, it gets darker, but somehow we can breathe.
Trading love to forget our sorrows, hoping it will work as Lethe.
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 11:14 AM UTC
I’d blend into the rainbows
If I’d come out in flying colours
Fall with the tides
If I’d rise back in soaring torrents
Fade with the wind If it’d lead me right to you Patience, my tempo
If I’d race up to the crown
Am in a race with my own race
In dispute with my generation
As my mind pace into the space of the nearest future
We danced to a dirge of flattery
Wake up, nightmares could also be reality
I’d be your sun
Help you rise through your mournings
Your nightingale
Play up melodies in your garden
I’d be your artist
Draw your attention to all you love
Your Physician
Treat you right as a Queen
Mismatch
The contours map our world. ..
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 5:53 AM UTC
You smile when you say those words you didn't mean
But I mourn for the words you mean but wouldn't say.
In Solitary, I would spent the night with grief
for the love that will once be.
Now I think i'm strong,
In ready for the story yet unfold.
Much things are they that I fear,
Though you are very dear.
Succinctly, You are so loving,
But sincerely, i see you going.
Oftentimes when we kiss and say Goodbye,
I feel the rift emerging bye and bye.
Ready....
Just tell we are no more,
And I will remind you it's been long.
Tell me you ran out of feelings,
And I will tell you I saw it long coming.
Bring it on...
I have wept the tears
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 6:13 PM UTC
Cactus,I could guess the secret
you'd rather love to see buried deep,
isn't the thorny rose ,you dream
in your lonely sad nights?
Torrential rains lash long hours, you wait,
sun breaks his barrage of light on you,
it doesn't matter, foggy evenings tip toes to
ogle the dark beauty night wears,
oh! her starry necklace, that won't
brook any kind of description,
rose you have sent your fragrance
looking for the scent of your love, cactus.
Apart from thorns there is nothing
that bring you both together.
With the yearning each for the other
slowly waning, you remain apart.
as a binding factor, are just thorns enough?
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 6:21 AM UTC
Like water you beat
and you crashed
hoping to hollow me
and that I'd finally relent.
You wanted a cave.
Empty for you to fill,
although still holding
some structure to protect.
But you did not seem
to understand at all.
Or at least
you failed to notice.
My walls collapsed too
down down, and crumble
instead of a shelter
you only got sand.
But sand, sand is a beach
and a beach is not so bad.
You come and wash upon me
still influenced me like you meant.
However again you did not notice,
or at least did not seem to care.
Even sand wears thin
even sand grows tired.
You bashed and battered
hoping I would see.
But now everything is
under your sight line.
You would not hear
your own ferocity
and you could not hear
me over the roar of waves.
And so we are quite now
all my bonds shattered
and nothing left
for you to crash against.
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 1:27 AM UTC
The fluorescent fish, much adulated is now terribly bored,
it's ornamental existence and the excessive attention received
soon turned to unbearable hassle and made him reckless,
seeks adventure in shallow waters he knows danger sure lurks.
A juicy bait, in fact an artistically concealed deceit,she had spun
is lowered by her from the fishing rod she wields, when near water
her eyes gleam seeing the painted fish, obviously an easy catch,
breaking the barrier of water his and her eyes disastrously meet,
he reads the meaning of her hard- sold deceit as love; perfect!
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC
out of the blue you came,
and for that i was the blame.
the house was too crowded,
sweaty bodies and red cups enshrouded.
i looked and looked around,
but you didn't want to be found.
and then in the backyard i saw you,
noticed you right through.
i asked you 'what's the matter',
you said 'i would rather'.
i gave you a questioning look,
you asked, 'are you Brooke'.
i chuckled at you guess,
and straightened my dress.
you got up,
and pushed the red cup.
i opened my mouth to talk,
but further you walked.
you cupped my neck,
and gave me a peck.
i gasped for air,
and ran my hands through your hair.
your lips connected to mine again,
and realization hit me then.
i was too good for you,
and you were too good for me.
we didn't match,
we were a mismatch.
but just so you know,
i loved you all along.
even though we both said no,
we were wrong.
you were such a party destroyer,
you destroyed me, completely,
mind and body.
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 12:17 PM UTC