Killing pies at the          of a ceiling,
                                drop

When you start I'll never stop screaming

"PLEASE DON'T SHAKE THE PRUNE TREE".

Have you ever seen a raven fly at night?

It's like straining your eyeballs through a screen door,

as baby moths play with your hair.

You text me,
Wishing me happy birthday,
Asking me how I’ve been,
And all kinds of other cloying ****.
And when I see you,
You smile and talk sweetly,
Your words like saccharine,
Artificial and with a bitter aftertaste.
As if nothing ever happened,
Or as if you don’t remember.
I smile sweetly back,
A sugary glaze that I paint my lips with,
But I’m murdering you inside,
Your blood and tears like sticky candy canes,
Because honey, I remember
Everything.

i have an extra limb.
it speaks to me in a strange sign language that we invented and i am its victim.
it gives me intolerable orders:
acts of cruelty and political assassination.
its metabolism is alien and rapid
it feeds off of the rest of me...
i am it's yolk; walking me from
town to town, i am a withering crisp.

i lay my head down and it creeps into my nightmares
claws at the inside of my skull.
48 days are scratched into the walls 48 days...
i hear the other tenants screaming screaming my name in symbols
symbols i do not understand...
satan must be
muttering Madness.

My sweetheart let us be more open in our love relation
Let us wear our hearts on sleeves to be the companions
Let us be heart to heart and lips to lips with compassion
Let us make our hearts loving and fertile land so barrens

My beauty of universe enlighten my eyes with your light
Make me bright with all streaks and be with me as guest
Let us feel light and fly on sky just like a colorful light kite
Let us be just one and alone taking the rivals and the rest

Love and beauty are just two shades of one and the same
They celebrate together to bloom in real fragrant spring
I can not survive without you the day I saw you I am aflame
Let me embrace you be in my arms to sing in love to swing

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

tied down by chains
I welded myself
steel pricking into my irritated wrists
I am no martyr
I die for nothing
this is all I have to give
my own personal prison
I maintain the walls
I let this happen
I love the fall

In-between thy waking hours and sweet sleep,
May thee know, I'll always crave thee near.
Like a Shepherd doth crave nearing his sheep
Or like an ardent drinker to his beer.

Despite that our love was but love in vain,
You're like the cat that ate the canary.
But may thee know for I was but a swain,
Thus my love, safe grains in a granary.

In my heart, thee perdurably linger
Despite having thee back is but forlorn,
To no other lady I'll point my finger
But long for thy love, every night and morn.

So, in-between thy sleep and waking hours,
May thee know my love shall never sour!



©Kikodinho Alexandros
17th September 2016