#murky
His blue eyes
Burning embers
As blue ocean
Different shades
Of the sky
His hands
Smoldering my skin
Carving our story
Warm & soft words
His voice like music
Cooed in my ears
Pulling me under
The dark covers
I’m falling hard
For Lucifer’s charms…
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 6:16 AM UTC
It is raining again today
Everything is wet
Everything is heavy
Sun has vanished in the gray sky
Everything is murky
But no one else is bothered by it because
The monsoon resides in me.
...
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 8:34 AM UTC
The long walks along the green meadows of Wastorwan ...
The long spiel of old man at sward..
The blooming tulips at foothills of Zabarwan
My soul forage whereabouts???
The days catching the stars along the Empyrean ...
The days making clay castles
My soul forage Whereabouts ???
The flames of hot Nunchai,
From the Konforka of Samovar,
Once laden on the old woman's Head
ALL NOW BURIED AND DEAD!!!!!
The Whizz after butterflies,
The chords of Gazals,
No more Heart Enthrall,
As all dark and grey !!
Still Here I Lay !!!!
Still Here I Lay !!!!
In the country of Dead
Where everything seems Red
Where everything seems Red
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
The waters run
Murky deep.
Muddy chocolate
For my eyes.
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
He has a spot beneath his ribcage.
I often find myself touching the soft skin that dips on his body.
He can be so hard on me yet his lips are soft.
He has gentle caring eyes.
Murky.
Never have I seen a set of blue as amazing as his.
Sometimes the gap in his teeth can be sighted between his pink lips.
And I know he thinks he is ordinary.
But I want him to know he is beautiful.
And like no other person I've ever known.
He will not let me love him.
I know he doesn't believe when I say the words.
He doesn't want to.
I show him by touching the scruff on his delicate face.
I show him by asking for one more kiss even when he is tired and agitated.
I'll always desire his presence and his skin on mine.
He will not let me love him.
Yet I do
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 9:12 PM UTC
Nailed Indeed
These things in my head
Oh how they torment me
Feel like I'm flying in a biplane
Made of rags and wood and wire
Trying to dodge weapons that will **** me
The Red China hypersonic glide bombs
Neo Soviet Satan 2 ICBMs
Solid state lasers
Exotic alloy rail guns
All this and more aims for me
To nail me and my small plane
If I dodge one the next is there
It's a matter of time before I fall
And in real life...
...the list is there
And it will bite me
My father ill in hospital
Then his ultimate end
My relationship ending
Due to my deeds
Whatever they maybe
My own war within myself
For paltry reasons
And other things
I'm not even aware of
All these will nail me
If only I had a plane...
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 4:06 PM UTC
*When a mourning heart wanders, it leaves footprints to follow--
On faint-lit streets and murky gutters I was led all along;
I saw my body last night, hung with barbed wires on a bough.
And as I dangle, bathing in moonlight, I was singing our song.*
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 11:46 AM UTC
I have numb thoughts
A murky mind
and clouded eyes
Im searching blind
Scratching shallow skin
Looking for bits left behind
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 8:57 PM UTC