Amongst the oyster shells,
and herring bones,
we drank our marigold wine,
well versed in starlight laughter
our future seemed twined.
I had always imagined your palour,
your etherealness wove a spell.
Your shadow cast until the dawn
forever nearing the shoreline.
Hope fell by the wayside
illumined you flurried
into the azure depths
a timeless steely rote
I recall.

Mannerless child!
Shameless child!
Arrogant child!
You lack home training.
Your parents must be bad.

Please don't fault my parents
I was raised well.

I was raised to greet my elders and address them with respect.
Just because I walked pass you at the mall, doesn't mean my parents are to be blamed,
If my parents found out I will be scolded.

I was raised to say "please" whenever I seek for a favour and to say "thank you" as a sign of appreciation,
Just because I didn't utter any,
Doesn't mean my parents lack gratitude,
If my parents found out, they will never gift me.

I was raised to wear decent clothings and be moral in my actions and behaviours,
Just because I wore a skimpy outfit,
Dosent mean my parents bought them,
If my parents found out, they will burn them to ashes.

I was raised to be humble and have patience,
Just because you saw me cursing and fighting on the street,
Doesn't mean my parent encourages it,
If my parents found out I will be grounded.

I was raised to be generous, to love and care without expectations,
Just because I'm indifferent,
Doesn't mean my parents are heartless,
If they found out they will be disappointed.

I was raised to study and be successful in life,
Just because I'm a school drop out,
Doesn't mean my parent never paid my fees,
If they found out they will be angry.

I was raised to always go to church or the mosques,
To visit relatives and friends,
Just because you saw me at the beer palour
Smoking and wasting myself,
Doesn't mean my parents ordained it,
If they found out, the next day might be my funeral.

So please don't fault my parent.
I was raised well.
~boddobodes

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A romantic grace that ebb and flows
A wilting palour, or gleaming candour.
Dressed in the most splendid melancholy
Dost thou, Yesteryears, again bloom and wreathe
Piercing the fibres of succoring apathy
Unyielding, haunting asymmetry
Ghost of my Roisin Dubh vent thy effrontry

Threading tapestries

the tethered sparrow

laments the absent scream.

Imbrued admissions

of his Oedipal anguish

clenched in callous fist

spills claret. Erubescent sobriquets

and uterine trauma

blot leaves, and the pale palour

first kissed, then rouged by rancour,

a blush rose

blooming faintly

in the shade of vitriol.

The delicate, pearlescent petals between my legs
      dance with euphoric grace as his strong, weathered hands caress my thigh

Magnetic electricity- my hair stands on end
goosebumps litter my palour
             an epitome across my skin

Though black clouds may cover past days
                    I know through even the wildest.
of storms- we'll always try our hardest
                           to find the best way      
We'll make it out alive, I know I said
                                  I'm dead inside

My love,
               you're bringing me back to life

darkness coating old shoe prints,
fossilized by mud, a modern relic.

the steady pitter-patter of footsteps falling,
drawn forward, hurried

by the silent calling.

labored breath,
as beads of sweat
trickle down reddened cheeks.

tightness in my chest,
struggling to breathe.

But

I never want to stop

chasing this feeling.

sprinting forward blind,
my feet cracked and bleeding.


no destination, no plan

just the sensation of gripping
my bare toes in the sand.

or feeling the concrete beneath my soles
as I rush head first

towards everything unknown.

for when I stop
I lose the rush

palour coats my fading flush.

for the moment, it's relieving
to catch my breath

enjoy the moment
of silence in my steps

or the quell of my frantic heart beating.

yet the world continues
shift through time

I mustn't stay long

or I'll leave myself behind.

Help
Nothings new
Nothings the same
Nobody yearning
No one to blame
Pretentious thoughts
Relentless smiles
Bloodthirsty thoughts
Sinless flesh defiled
                                                         ­       It hurts
Pointless meetings
Insipid friends
Effusive pretenders
Matching the trend
World keeps turning
Illusions are gone
Within the abyss
The demons belong
                                                          ­ I’m scared
Watching from the shadows
Eyes glazed with sweat and fear
Dripping with anticipation
The reckoning draws ever near
Every muscle turns into venom
Every nerve stabs at my chest
Every breath secretes a wanting
Every inch, every piece, possessed
                                             I want to go home
The darkness elicits it’s own revulsion as the ***** becomes one with the night.
Chaos bleeds its emancipation, as hysteria shrouds the light
Cold metal evokes a black compulsion, that thrives within a mask of desire
Salt water entices the sinister passion
Oozing dreadful love, dank and dire
                        Please. No. Please. No. Please.
A sweet sound fills every moment
Divinity within every touch
Lifetimes pass as stars are reborn
Delightful whimpers destroy the hush
                                               Please. I beg you.
Nothing’s real
Nothing’s fun
Same old morning
Same old sun
Lifeless morning
Worthless day
Deathly palour
Cold and grey
                                                            ­              ...