"mosquitoism" poems
When I think of happiness
I think of a vintage VW beetle.
Yellow.
Not to drive
but put somewhere I can see
and feel good about at times.
Yet, I was happy once
And I thought it was heaven
I was on the side where the grass was greener.
It was greener indeed.
@mosquitoism
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC
Modesty;
something
that
a synagogue,
a church,
a mosque
or a temple
doesn't have.
mosquitoism
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 3:18 PM UTC
I
watched
him
every
night
sweep
his
guilt
under
our
queen
bed.
@mosquitoism
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 3:28 PM UTC
274 Etceteras
left behind orphans, moms, widows et cetera
who cares et cetera what their names are?
for they're Heroes indeed, Martyrs now et cetera.
**** happens et cetera, "it's common". Why surprised?
I'll give you some examples; China, England et cetera
That's the way the cookie crumbles.
Hope you're safe and sound et cetera
in your warm, cozy et cetera house.
WE et cetera are used to cold stones and mines.
though not stone-cold hearts.
mosquitoism
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 5:54 PM UTC
.
.
.
I don't care what the weather is like;
a s
long
a s
you
rain
on
m
e
.
.
.
@mosquitoism 21.03.2014
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC
You're gone
for the world wasn't worthy enough to be any longer trodden by your feet.
You're gone
I grieve not
for I believe in another world less cruel and grim than this we shall meet.
@mosquitoism
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 6:03 PM UTC
I am half dead.
Like the crushed leaves beneath my feet.
They are almost brown but absolutely not green.
All I do is flitting from one side to another
senselessly
until I disappear
completely.
My body is cold and white like yours.
Though, you don’t have a body now,
I don’t have anybody.
To love.
But I know a soul which will never die.
It musn’t be a surprise that God keeps you out of my reach.
I would take all of you.
In one go.
Sweetest suicide ever.
While you are flowing through my throat
to my stomach,
I will destroy my excretory system
to keep you inside of me
for more than a little while.
I do love you, I love you twice.
How can you be so real and unreal at the same time?
I hate to fake myself but
“I think I made you up inside my head.”
@mosquitoism
December/2011
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
I want to throw up all my anger
cursing
swearing
wishing you ill
Then I soothe myself thinking
you're already punished
by being yourself;
your
ruthless
sadistic
evil-hearted self.
-mosquitoism-
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
She had no best friends
nor did she have any diamonds.
@mosquitoism
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 3:33 AM UTC
A: I don't want to get used to you,
I know I will be the one ending up d ev a s t a t ed
B: Will that be mutual too? I love you.
Good things happen to those who wait.
You're the good thing.
I will wait.
( T
I
M
E )
A: Why are you doing this to me?
Why do you want to hurt me this much?
B: I thought you moved on by now.
-mosquitoism-
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 8:50 AM UTC
I feel so divorced from the world - I said.
He smiled - You haven't even got married yet.
@mosquitoism
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC
I don't understand how people can be so harsh and crude. I do not understand why anyone should want to hurt one another... I guess I am just too naive and stupid when it comes to human relationships.
I haven't felt this humiliated and insulted before in my life. Or maybe I had, but in time I've forgotten all of it. I know, life goes on, one way or another but how am I going to deal with these feelings at the moment? Typical me, I take the blame over the mistakes we made. Yet I keep asking myself; what have I done to deserve this? What could I possibly have done that makes him want to hurt me this much? Yes, this is about an insignificant other. I never share my private issues publicly, but this time if I don't get things off my chest, If I don't talk or write about it, simply put I will explode.
The whole story is long and not worth telling at all. It's such a ridiculous situtation that no poem can be written about it. It has so much ugliness in it yet I was still trying to look on the bright side of it, trying to see even the beauty in that shady, unholy thing that now I am ashamed to have called "love". Oh, how I decieved myself. How I made him up inside my head.I guess, after all I am the one to blame.
I had the most tender and innocent feelings, all shattered now and I don't know what to do with these pieces. No, it's not me, I am just one of the many he used and betrayed in his way, on his way.
Heal; it takes time. I'll just go back to my dark, cynical, isolated world, I should have never left there anyway.
mosquitoism.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
"I'm a little drunk on you and high on summer time..."
We were as cheap as the wine you brought
lame as the lyrics of that country song.
You laughed. I laughed.
Things were perfect. So they seemed.
I laughed. You laughed.
I cried. You laughed.
I got stuck in a bog of indecision. You laughed.
I wrote you poems. You laughed.
I swayed back and forth between facing the harsh reality
and losing myself in a delusional happiness. You laughed.
I suffocated from lack of tenderness. You laughed.
I took the blame over the mistakes we made. You laughed.
I loved.
I tried.
I hated.
I failed.
I said I had to go. You just laughed.
As I was leaving, you kept silent.
I
laughed.
I was finally sure that summer was over.
@mosquitoism 20.03.2014
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC