#naivity
Settle now,
you tyrant prince
So pretty your tantrums—
There is a chaos
oozing out of this weaved stronghold
so quiet,
no kings, no servants hear.
Guards joke on of drinks and thunder
Mothers, with children,
wander, and so do moons and ghostly clouds
But you will not sleep,
what is wrong?
(what did you do?)
What old folks’ lore
awaits our fall
to fill the blank of its words—
What dogs sniffing around,
a thousand suns after,
for the long-smothered stench of our bones?
Then, so lovely a waking—
Dare not you stir, wretched bloom! Dare not
you whimper or flinch
Still now!
As rats we stand
to the great shadow
of our unleashed beast
Surely, some doubts lurk inside its head—
Surely, we are the dead; surely, statues…
Never known a taste of life,
surely, tasteless we!
and pleas and pleas fill up our eyes
As, slowly, the beast moves
Hush now!
do not you flutter, do not sing.
Still, still—
as, oh, the shadow
smaller goes.
Oh, far, and now further
so close we were to an eternal night
(and the flock of birds
to sun sails
as winter crawls behind)
Had you giggled a smallest of tides—
oh, but don't you stir now!
Give me your hands,
your soft-skinned ankles
and neck young—
It is alright.
You’ll grow up to paint
wonders on these ropes and
They will not ***** as much later
No, not snakes! Ropes they are. See! Harmless—
Hush now!
Not a whine, precious child,
not an accidental sob
(the winter comes, I know,
but dare not you shiver.)
Still behind a betraying gust
may hide the unleashed beast, so
be done with this excited foolery.
Hush! Don’t you weep—
No, the beast still lurks; it does,
it does, it does, and dare not you move!
You’ll bring upon us a plummet undying
Stop now! Stop with your flutter, your
trembling gaze,
stop, stop, please—
Sep 6, 2021
Sep 6, 2021 at 3:42 AM UTC
Sepals to skeletal fingers, to yellowed limbs
sunken
She watched the moon, all hazy
and small.
So rugged its whites
as sheets with times stained
Watched it on she did.
(So dusty the skin) Oh, I had loved you
Tens a monsoon’s rosy day;
had loved you dry, as
the suns danced and danced—
So shallow the gaze and the dark’s quiet tusks
So deep she
into her noisy withins.
The forth storey roof with
its precarious railings
and the pitiful, grey street, a wound below.
Its drains and gutters all sawed open
and naked—
In the sudden, spinning fright
I almost held her;
a palm or a palm
or an arm
I almost held—
I knew you so ample.
Whispers of touch, and ballads
such and such
rolled so effortlessly now
on the tongues of memory
As birth her I
though tens a monsoon’s rosy prayer
Bead on bead falls
in this wretched, unending rosary
(With drought-coated of lips) I had loved you a petal
so chaste and unbloomed
and a sepal you had—
Not a blossom I,
still she held, as the winds
As vultures reeled around our beds
So frail our bodies
so terrified and alive,
As dirt bowed, and leaves bowed and all
to the vultures mad
Two lambs us, yet gods we stood
'til whites of her wilted to gold to rust
to dust, and slipped
through the cracked of my hold,
Through a thousand guarding winds
and tens a
vacant sepal
(As crowns and cages
of blossoms wilted unused, they stood)
So shallow a gaze
and the dark’s quiet tusks—
Wade I,
swim I, in the caverns of me where an echo
breathes, and
drown I, undying.
Such windless a serenity
As damp of monsoon’s mornings
rosy,
I had loved you a vulture mad,
but dare I—
Sep 2, 2021
Sep 2, 2021 at 4:38 AM UTC
The darker my dreams get
the less I look for the light.
I can only see the duality
between my perceived reality
and the one you present.
I wake from gravity slipping
from the rot surrounding me
where everything is meaningless
unless there's someone to tell you that it isn't.
where everything is meaningless
once someone tells you that you are
and it turns out to be true
because they’ve shown you the nature of man.
Apr 17, 2021
Apr 17, 2021 at 7:13 PM UTC
Bright and lovely
and exciting!
Then time passes
and the colours seemingly lose their excitements
all done and licked
tried and tempted
What's new?
Then some are darker than others,
all shadowing and dull
Then you'd wonder are they the true colours
But, they're not
Shine and polish
your mind
the colours are the same
Just pick up your stained glass from your pocket
and you'll see the colours you choose
Bright, colourful, ... and excited!
As they once were to you
As they have always been...
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 3:52 PM UTC
I crave honesty
Though I weep to it's side effects
I've seen the ******** and many lies
Can you tell from my bitter eyes
Accepting and tolerating
The truth with the lies
I'm turned immortal by a stone dragon
Cursed to be reborn from A phoenixs' ashes
Just to be held close
To know it never felt close to love
Because love never felt so good
Which is what made it an enemy
I turned my back to the knife right at me
Hoping another entity maliciously pierced me
Situations change but don't lie to me
This love is all that I got
And when the escapism fades
All I'll have is the shirt on my back
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 3:39 AM UTC