"interlinked" poems
There are only two feelings in this world
The first is standing with your friends
holding hands
on top of a van stark naked
at five a.m.
watching the sun paint the sky with red and orange and yellow and gold
and feeling the palms of the two people you know better than yourself interlinked with yours
howling into the almost-day-yet-not-quite-night
overcome with your ambitions and hopes and dreams and songs and sights all at once
and you feel alive
alive
alive
The second is sitting on your balcony
with your legs hanging over the ledge
your feet barely touching the rain as the storm pours down
listening to songs from the 60s on the radio
wondering why they don't write songs like this anymore
while all your friends are at a new years party at some kid you don't even know's house
and you're staring out into the ocean as somewhere over your head the countdown starts
and you know you'll be alone for the rest of your life
happy new year
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 2:45 AM UTC
Her bare feet and palms are the shade of half ripe maroon dates.
Her strong silhouette, a gazelle at sunset.
Eyes are dark brown granules of coffee.
The clanks of gold jewellery on her forehead and ankles,
her sweet aroma of roses fused with jasmine saturate air.
Her fiery soul - a wild Arabian horse yet untamed by bedouins.
Her sun kissed skin glimmers under sunlight;
falcons are constrained with the touch of her fingertips.
She stands tall as she carries her pride,
tall as she hums with the gentle birds.
We ancient women, are an unbroken chain of tribal ancestry,
interlinked by blood and soul. Our lineage, a mother's lullaby,
carried by the wind that disperses sand,
wind that shakes the core of oceans.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC
Internal winds that wail with might
A sudden outpour of downpour
Distress accelerating
Into regions physical and mental
Untangling its hair of horrors
So that miniature hells hail
And free will and free thought,
Take the brunt of the damage
Now paralysis is peppered over all
But with one sneeze vigor is awakened
So see all is interlinked
For natural disaster
And natural remedy
Are naturally destined to occur
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 6:05 PM UTC
On a moonlit night,
after a long time
the two wanderers finally met.
They shared an extraordinary
bond that held them close.
One with a crushed heart
and the other with a secret.
He wanted to share his
Story and she had a
confession to make.
A rain drop fell
on the ground and
so did a tear that
rolled down her cheek
when she heard his
story.
He had a girl on his
mind who had left
him with deep scars.
Her heart sunk
and all the butterflies
died.
She submerged in her
own pain.
He told her how much
he adored the girl
and how she had
taken over his heart.
The petrichor
lingered in her mind.
The stars skewed.
A dream that turned
cataclysmic affected
every single atom of
her body.
He held her hand tight
and asked her if
she would help him
get through the heinous
storm.
She nodded with a constrained
smile on her face.
He didn't realize how hurt
She was.
Unfortunately, he was the only
the one who could be a bandaid
and heal her scars.
She remained quiet and swallowed
the words back in.
Her secret remained a
secret which she couldn't
shrive .
It remained enclosed
to the world.
Losing him as a friend was
something she couldn't
afford.
So she just let it die
and bother her inside.
She buried it deep inside
her heart and completely
concealed it where no one
could find it.
But neither of them were at fault.
Both of the wanderers craved
loved on that night.
Sitting so close, fingers interlinked,
they were stuck in an esthetical
mess of love and insanity.
The two paths had
finally met but a night had
never seemed so
Solitudinarian before.
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 9:25 AM UTC
as I lay down my head
my phone next to me
on the bed
your text
vibrates across the mattress springs
like a technological tinnitus
inside my ear
my consciousness
you want to talk
but not like that
just to make an unarguable point
guilt ridden acronyms
miss-spelt accusations
and inappropriate emojis
convey your emotions
with a twisted sarcastic humour
interlinked with your vent
you know that from the safety of 4G
it aggravates me
I’m bored with it all
too much to even reply
it would make more sense
if you weren’t
abusing me from the spare room
Oct 29, 2021
Oct 29, 2021 at 2:33 PM UTC
I fooled myself
by saying
i don't need anyone
i care the least
in this thick smoke, in dim light
i feel my heart sinking
of knowing my misery
what do i need?
why do i fool myself?
i get myself fooled
these conversations are not as bare
they are not plain
it's taking out of me, myself
this very essence,
i am loosing
suppose we get married
than what?
how do i face whats bound to happen
i can't tackle the pressure
the social, cultural
doesn't make sense to me
i listen, regardless
since my soul, is interlinked with yours
my heart, your heart, are two deep lovers
an ancient story
where we built our hopes
it's not taking us anywhere
not to me..
each time when i see your face
it reminds me of my helpless
i get myself fooled
thinking i can bear anything
by telling myself
i'm strong
when in real
it's opposite.
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 9:54 PM UTC
I want his arms wrapped around me
His breath on my neck,
The warmth from his exhaling
travelling down my chest
I want his hands
Interlinked with my own
I want his voice in my ear
Telling me not to moan
I want his gaze and to hold it
Like he so majestically holds me
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 6:02 PM UTC
Her roots are growing upon your being,
waiting for the warmth of your presence
and the drops of your attention.
As it grows,
she begins to demand more
her appetite to sustain grows.
But slowly you’re furthering away
your radiation no longer reaching
upon her bare skin
as the trail of your shadow is left behind.
Just like the rest you’ve furthered,
leaving her parched and left to thirst
the reservoir that has stopped flowing.
Grief tastes like fear,
for attachment is the synonym of fear.
To be intertwined and interlinked,
to give and expect —
but to receive less
with the passing days.
The experience of the past
harbors fear,
tremble at the feel of attachment
that is ripped away
to leave her bare.
Before you leave
Before you detach
She will leave
and disentangle herself.
Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 4:16 AM UTC
Every child breathes the air breathed by ancestors fallen and predecessors to come
All women inhale the scent of all women,
and men to that of men-
Lovers swallow the air of past lovers, trying to emulate its libidinous odor.
We share the air that was breathed by our atavistic ancestral reptiles,
and,
in this way,
all beings are interlinked-
that my exhale spreads forth into the atmosphere to determine your inhale,
and thus is the way of our actions, too.
Nov 4, 2011
Nov 4, 2011 at 11:03 AM UTC
My soul mourns and venom pours
Deadly
fascination as it begins to envy
Imperfections made through stitches
Broken parts left in a ditch
Fashions a spark of glitches
dreams weaved true Perfection
Interlinked like a paperclip Chain
No seal can brake its veins
And no heart can overtake
But the One who can remove the mistakes mistaken
And hours it takes
For it to await
Thus good things come to those
Who do wait.
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
you say that you're a mess but
all I see is beauty.
Your aura, intrudes these, dark thoughts to
flee off and bring the most incredible lighting and beauty
'cause you synonymous of these two things, it's truly **** glee that you
bring, I swear one heard the birds sing when our hearts intertwined and interlinked yet you,
pulled and held it back in because you,
believe that you're not worthy of being somebody's everything.
this breaks one but front we lead
you say that you're a mess but
your filthiest would be when you say a swear, word but
in a very weird way, it's still word with most poetry and potent waves,
you're away, away, so so away
way beyond our understanding and your lovely is immense as,
you always flee free as a bird
you're a beach I'd love to love and hold but
your hold on the shore and waves just letting go is
giving you so much burden - unnecessary - you could simply let flow
let our soul to soul take us, beyond where mortals know
let the water clean you up and make you whole .
you say you're a mess.
so what if you are?
and even if that is so, this is a mess I'd love a forever with
such beautiful melanin and aura to die for, my God, I'm flicked
it's literally lit in the, spirit and we could be warm and fiddle with
the norms and give them a little spin so we, create our own
only our own so, you feel more whole - I repeat.
and clean, as you see I'm more than happy to call you home
just pick up your soul and let's touch love road
you're a mess but
one I'd be honored and privileged to love and hold.
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 2:06 AM UTC
i know how flawed i am.
my body is ridden all over with cuts and bruises.
my back has become an flexible ruler - never how it should be.
i care too much about the pitch of my voice, and how small my hands are when they are interlinked with yours.
i care about what strangers on the other side of this rock think of me.
i poison my already dead heart with things to make me feel alive once again.
but i am trying. trying to improve. trying to be better.
you. you are a risk taker. you don't follow the rules.
you are the taste of liquor on my tongue, i know it probably will end with a crash, but i cant help but want more.
you are the smoke in my lungs, and i should stop smoking, but i have tried, but you are apart of me.
i am addicted to the taste of you.
i am addicted to the sound of your voice when you are burning out, but you're trying to stay awake.
i am addicted to the feeling of your hands when you are nervous
and i love you. that i cannot deny.
so maybe i will quit another day.
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 6:21 AM UTC
*You sketch with words
using scripts of grace,
with every word penned
my hearts embraced.
Enchanted verses
like whispering butterflies,
holding me spellbound
by words that mesmerize.
Touching deep my soul
with the softest of inks,
staining my heart
souls interlinked.
As your lines of grace
entwined with mine,
the weave that was made
was magically divine.
~*
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 8:36 PM UTC
I've relied on my words for my sanity
But the pixels are unforgiving and calculated
My bones can not express myself clearly
They creak and moan with years of hatred
This distance is only sustained
With airwaves and power lines
Late nights with mono dialogues
My ears cave in and create mines
I have changed and we both know it
The seasons exclaim that knowledge
Our seperation bombards my happiness
Further driving in that wedge
Every other time we could make it work
Our hearts interlinked in lines like these
If we could make what we have out of nothing
Then we WILL bring any obstacle to it's knees
We both have been through our own wars
And we can still smile, laugh, sing
So just survive the onslaught with me
And we will conquer everything
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 12:58 PM UTC
Time and again emotional you get.
My dear friend unnecessarily you fret.
Don't give too much stress to heart.
Using brains at times is such an art.
For woman's right you speak and say.
'Equal' doesn't mean 'identical', I say.
Wife became pregnant and you whiled.
Fair man why not you delivered the child.
Behind Veil a woman oppressed you see.
Respected, protected she appears to me.
Freely she walks about to work and study.
Not stereotyped, not just known for body.
Clothes so scanty and no effect on you.
Go to doctor, you are amongst the few
Your body should burn like sun in may;
If you are not impotent, saint or gay.
It is sad, tis man versus woman you think.
Wrong idea, instead both are interlinked.
A woman is like delicate, tickly flower.
Their guardians and protectors men are.
If you think lesser the garb more she is free;
Then oblige me, earnestly I request thee;
Bring your moms and girls in-front of me.
And show me how much they are free.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 4:53 AM UTC
...and no nearer to thee, from what I can see
the future's receding fast,
the past's just a trap that claps me in irons made
from chains interlinked made to last.
If the sun burns the sight from my gaze and the dew on the ground of the days of my days starts to evaporate, will the state of my being become the unstate of not seeing or is unseeing a state of not being.
Ah,
thank goodness for crayons to colour me blue
without the said crayons what else would I do,
but fade.
..and no nearer as yet or as yet is not ready to be,
the internal clock winds slowly away and
slowly as slowly as slowly as what I can see
this is the tickaway of the being in me.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 8:59 AM UTC
A cleaner slate than ever,
All traces scrubbed away,
And while I can admit I was cowardly,
That’s something you’d never say.
I no longer crave your closure,
The whole picture’s clear to see,
It was never about my well-being
You just found someone else to please.
Which makes it extra ******
Reaching out just to gloat,
You couldn’t leave me be,
Had to shove it down my throat.
It’s changed my whole perception
Of the soul I thought you had,
I believed all that interlinked ********
So that’s my ******* bad.
Now you open another playbook,
Most likely filled with the same plays,
And I just have to laugh at myself-
That’s just the way of the game.
Jul 1, 2025
Jul 1, 2025 at 3:18 PM UTC
Since the moment our eyes connected,
Felt like waves crash on shore
Our connection breathtaking.
From that moment on
We were tied together,
With a little red string.
We were interlinked.
We are interlinked.
We will always be interlinked.
May 3, 2025
May 3, 2025 at 3:13 PM UTC
A story of spheres,
I'm wondering who fathered who; in the darkest
kisses all under this moon.
Oh, is the truth as clear under the sun, in the eyes
of the lonely son? Daily are the games of fun, running
away from troubles. Chasing a shot to success, like we're
all chasing a gun.
But I'm into changing thought. Like the days
that must come and go. Everything changes under
the sun that kisses the Earth.
But in all the wonders of the sky, and it's reason
and wonder. It all begs this question of, _"why."_
In this night, his lover is so bright, gazing upon
all of her lightness. _She slowly fades out of his sight._
Wedded to his only bride, days setting,
kissing her goodnight; every time he brings
her a good morning. Saying hello as she's saying
goodbye; hurting him more in their only first sight.
Feels like a similar to my life.
_"You're a pretty flower I can't hold,"_
he sighs, just pondering at her marvel,
_"Of the sweetest of things to behold;
you're always the one touched by my light,"_
his love reflects, watching it all go to another.
_"Why so, must I be allowed to watch;
as you're shining it upon my brother,"_
as the story of spheres goes.
Alas, I'm often the son of the sun, in these daylight
thoughts. Anger burning my skin's surface;
but what comes in between happiness and self worth?
Successes of things I'm still chasing from birth, and
running around in three interlinked circles.
I just go back to myself in the first verse.
Again into daylight thoughts.
Mar 26, 2022
Mar 26, 2022 at 3:19 AM UTC
I feel the call of Arachne
The pull of fine threads
And in the rifts between
The web of thoughts
The interlinked highways
Of my inner circle,
A hunger wakes
The lids of eyes are jaws
And I promise you rebirth
If my love consumes you
If I loved you now to death
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 4:19 AM UTC
I felt our hearts beat together in rapid unison.
Our hands,
his hot and mine cold
Wrapped together
Fingers interlinked
Woven tightly
As if we were afraid
Of coming undone.
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC
Latched on to years passed,
the chains of mistakes hold you still.
Each worry interlinked.
Hours may pass, everything moves on, but you do not.
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 5:34 PM UTC
The aspect of death is a misjudged contemplation
where we go to a linear place of redemption,
This is a misguided concept like the caveman thinking
the first flame to bleed on the form of the world as
omnipotent and something to be beneath it on knees.
But death is but a complex mechanism of intricate measure,
we are interlinked between the moments of existence
and that of a fading breath. This opens the nature of chaos
but ignorance is the child of needing, where thought
is the treasure of life, a synaptic echo that once we forgo t
he need of linear awareness and contend with
the motions that energy is a transference of our being.
Life, death, motion & static conception are but forms
of thought that are needed to contemplate our existence
within the fabric of what we only understand.
We are a formation of neurons and cells that fluctuate
and congregate the energies of existence, but our
moment is finite and yet evolving. We die into what was a
moment. Energy never fades but changes form. we are the
existence of what is around seen and beyond our linger forms today.
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 5:23 PM UTC