Eclipse
The only time I get your attention
For real, I try
Can't say I don't
Littering all over the ocean's bed
Light that wasn't even mine to give
Even as I take several shapes
To get your genuine attention
Not just because you are a werewolf
That's about to turn
Or cos the month's about to end
Or cos you are
getting fed up with the fast
But because for once I cover
Your precious sun
It doesn't yet make up
for those nights
where the sun denies me
and you of its light

I was 9
House wasn't really home
Home was at grandmas
Tales by moonlight meant More
Than the world; all the world I knew

Gathered under the shed at night
Moon or not
Story night must go on
The other kids swarmed
In mini circles
Breaking kernel, not me though;
All I did was eat them

The tortoise was my favorite
Albeit a fictional cun,
the tales did justice
To his poise, and I started
To believe that slow was good
Slow and wise was the vogue
At the expense of the arrogant dog

The lion was my favorite villain
Loved him for his hair and voice
"The lion said to the tortoise" right?
Of cos he had a voice, how else
Would he have spoken?

All too often my thoughts go back
to those times
when 9 wasn't just my age
But a time for tales

This is a picture
Of my mind
Of a locked gate with
A broken fence
It doesn't look
Completely fine
But my gate is locked
What could possibly go wrong

Thoughts get inserted
Out of line; thoughts
Get out of control
Loss of association
And no one close
To help with repairs

I can try to rebuild, yes
But won't Ten
Be better; even Two
Now I hope
You see it too
Why it's hard
For me say it too
That I'm not fine
And I'm not, but
I think it not
Because my gate was locked
What could possibly go wrong

The fiercest battles
Are fought from within
But won on the outside
Of The mind
And it takes none; prisoner.

Love is a word
A single distinct element
of emotional expression

Love is an idiom
Transcending the understanding
of even the average minded

Love is a figure of speech
As portrayed in the rhetoric and vivid
effect it has on unsuspecting victims

Love is an adage
The elders tell it better
than it actually looks

Love can be any of the above
All of the above
Or just more.

"If people told you're not beautiful,
Don't you worry.
It means you're art, you're an abstract.
Art is not supposed to be beautiful.
It's supposed to make you feel something, something different from any other kind of differences.
And so,
You are beautiful than any beauty meanings."

- dlx

Just A Typical Night
Going through pictures of you
Still so beautiful
As always you are
But beauty isn't enough glue
To hold two
Together that weren't meant
To be

I remember when it all started
The unlikely couple of the year
Can't forget the day you said yes
And meant it
Under your umbrella
and the rain was unrelenting
Even as I tagged that rain
As a sign
for bringing us together
that night
Maybe the night was weeping
For our future that never would be

I remain thankful
For the good times
You made those happen
And
I'm sorry about the bad times
That was all me

I'm reading a book about
How to love
I hear at times it starts with a crush
But how do I even begin to
Fall for the idea of a person
Someone most times unrealistic
Grappling with a feeling I have no control over

I think I know what the problem is
I've dug myself into a hole I've forgotten how to get myself out of
I need to keep digging till I can find light in the form of a lover
But my mind has to be receptive of an idea to cultivate it

So here I am, stuck
Trying to make sense of this book about love
When In reality it reads like a book about despair