#rebuilt
As if I'm on a seashore of an island where no race of mine belongs,
away from farms of wilting tulips and prosaic's home.
Only elixir here beholds is solitude who bestow some care and let me bloom.
When on alien land I stumbled, drowned in seas of low self esteems,
It sailed my ship to epiphany ,
as if seeing reflection of phoenix inside of me.
This solitude is shells of untended breeze,
voyage of heart beyond its bleeds,
away from scars, safe at least,
building visage of brand new ship!!
Aug 29, 2024
Aug 29, 2024 at 8:42 AM UTC
Reduced to ruins,
I yearned for a reason to rebuild.
But the paste always turned putty
until I saw you projected on the plasma.
Heartbreak to heartbeats,
bruises to bellybuttons,
Malevolence turned maternal.
Every time I see your indigo islands,
I am reminded of the path taken to you-
And how I'd choose you again and again.
As I lie awake at night,
tending to aching hips and tender *******
I feel whole.
Feb 6, 2022
Feb 6, 2022 at 2:30 AM UTC
Summer, summer tomorrow, comes with expectation
A day doth bring here its heat
She stares from the heavens with electricity
With a breeze lithe and scarce, it walks over the earth
Stately and respectful in her stride
She hides behind clouds, when out of sight
Her beauty tempers the mind and calms the nerve
A weather so delicate, not a degree or ray less or more
But, when comparing her breath
The heavens turn and stare, wondering what despair
Plagues the incomplete soul and a heart so bare
Like moons hidden from her nascent stare
Scorning the cold moon, the torn heart
Looks for the summer, while crying for heaven's arms
Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 1:12 PM UTC
we rise from the nests of our joined ashes
again and again - lovers and friends
wondering if change is possible
when change is all that we are -
bodies of re-creation
built to be rebuilt
in dusty increments
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 5:52 AM UTC
A spring forms a river,
Far from the sea,
The water starts to flow
I smile, because I know,
This river is meant for me.
The spring is the ocean,
A deep crystal blue
surrounding, drowning me
Then falling off, into eternity
I have not forgotten you.
The river is salt
But gives life to a tree,
That tree is my heart
Let the river depart
Then walk with me.
Through life to death
Let’s start anew
Dry your tears
And discard your fears
I will never leave you
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 1:56 PM UTC
Like a statue I stand,
I cannot be broken.
Sharp as a blade,
I have not misspoken.
I'm already there,
All desire awoken.
Quick as lightning,
Furry bright and smok'n.
One step ahead,
I'm the whole **** ocean.
I'll get in your head babe,
So let that **** soak in.
Sweats like a boss,
That's why I get chosen.
I am the machine,
Don't need your **** token.
Confident words,
Each one that I've spoken,
Fierce as a lioness,
I can't be heartbroken.
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 7:51 AM UTC
Brick by brick the walls were disabled,
mortar cracked chipped and broken.
Walls being attacked and made unstable,
all the secrets are now not spoken.
For four years I chipped at those walls,
using clever ideas and worn out tools.
What I didn't plan on seeing coming at all,
was that she was a trap twisted for this fool.
All that is left is rubble and stone,
what's inside I can now find it.
Happiness over finding a new home,
I just couldn't have known what was inside it.
An unbreakable building of solid steel,
reaching to the clouds and down to the depths.
Black from emotion actually being real,
walls to protect it from the rest.
Suddenly I'm flung across the land far from it all,
looking back I can't help but feel some guilt.
The building is again surrounded with walls,
Every stone and piece of mortar rebuilt.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 7:40 AM UTC
What was once numb. Now feels the soft embrace of an angel. That which heals all scares and wounds. Eyes that were blinded by tears and blood, now gaze into a beauty that could only be described as a horizon of supernovas reflecting above an emerald tinted ocean. Ears tormented by the ridicule and screams of those superior, suddenly serenaded by a voice so soft and comforting it was as if peace in its purest form was speaking. Lips, the same that would spout Black blood and nonsense, are now sealed, in the warm lock of another pair. A mind clouded by hatred and insanity, is overflowing, filled with thoughts and feelings just waiting to be portrayed through actions and meticulously planned sentences. All concluding with the same three words,
"I love you".
A pulse, beating inside, a heart. For once, no feeling of anger, or depression. Just happiness, just love. Just her.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 4:22 AM UTC
If you look closely
You will see
The cracks and fault lines
That comprise me
From the outside, to the unattuned eye
I look like a normal vase,
For the glue is now dry.
Truth be told
I was smashed
Obliterated
Pieces essential to my core
Strewn haphazardly across the floor.
But thanks to those that saw me,
And a little internal conviction.
My pieces have been collected
My old form resurrected.
Thanks to a little glue
I appear to be almost brand new.
But don't be deceived
For what you perceive
Should not be completely believed.
For the vase is very fragile,
Not to be toyed with.
Not a player's game.
Please don't mishandle me,
And resurface days of misery.
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC