"rsh" poems
I could rest my head
On my deathbed
And say oh darling
I die more alive than ever
Resume!
I please to spend innumerable days
Inside this coffin,
As the gleaming sun shines
From my chest
And burns every bone
Tightly sticking
To this temporary structure
A million times! A million times!
I went straight to the bottom
Travelled the depths of this sea
And saw no more than solid darkness
Deafening,blind, heart-wrenching; hazardous
A sea of dead glee.
But a chest of untouched hope
The only treasure I stole
Emptied in my veins
Seething with my blood
As I lay in my deathbed
Tina RSH ©
12:15 PM
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 7:18 PM UTC
No this wasn't platonic, white and placid
Made out of crimson cherries and blueberries
It was amplifying, reddish, corrosive as acid
I couldn't move my jaw, or breathe; I choked
Like breathing was an illusion I saw before my eye
No! This didn't go away with time.
It resided, very well groomed in my heart
Oh closely! Listen! Can you hear it beat?
And thump, and pound and pound and pound!
No it wasn't an aimless seed planted perfect
It was an explosive, a bomb you say!
What has this world got against my heart?
It cracked, held still and shattered, by sudden?
No! Well rehearsed plots, undergoing attacks.
And words came bursting out,
And blood flooded my mouth
And specked your charming face .
And I fell...
Into your arms, you ask?
No! Onto the ground..
Onto the solid ground that kept me company.
You left, my dear!
Knowing not! Knowing not!
How my craze is a realm of love
And a touch of reality...
Tina RSH ©
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 5:13 AM UTC
No, poetry is not written in books
by scholars. It is etched upon
Lips that shape the sweetest murmurs
and bellow bare bitter truth
frantic as a madman, poetry
Held up with bra straps
and masked beneath an underwear
Hot, Succulent, lavish
Just that feminine, poetry
With all the morons who aim
to grasp it through stories
of a man and his lost love, poetry
is windswept hair and hips in motion
and twilight tears that flow like an ocean
poetry, with its complex simplicity
is a woman who reads bible in a **********
and wears bubblegum skirts to funerals
Tasted, embraced, kissed, licked, felt,poetry
can never be read..or understood.
Tina RSH
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 8:21 AM UTC
I have travelled from the lands
Of an unknown master that used to be you.
To a distant destiny, a residue
Of silent tears I shed past midnight
For the absence of you.
My throat clogged with screams.
My lips apart for expected moans
And eyes tight shut!
Crying over the absence of you.
The Absence of you
In a world so empty of light
And full of must-dos
Spinning in my head
Lies an imperfect dream
Of holding your hand
In the morning dew.
Tina RSH ©
14.04. 17
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 7:03 PM UTC
Flightless owl
Who knows the dark corners
Of night sky like the back of his hand
His protruding eyes no longer shine
To keep this darkness aglow
Ah Sky, this mourning widow
The evil surges through her blood
And removes each star like a brushstroke
Only to leave scars all around her body
This life is poor, ******
A burning hell with no flames, no light
To keep this mess together tight!
Darkness speaks, and the owl sees.
tragedy occurs out of hand
And out of place
With no good hands to keep it safe
With no trace to track
This world runs amock
Oh this pain never ends.
And sky cries ever louder..
Tina RSH ©
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 9:11 AM UTC
Like the footprint of rain in the gaze of sun
The ghost of a torrent, now has come undone
Woman of beauty, barely 22
This woman could be me or could be you
Feels the depth of earth like it is her womb
This nasty world of men diggin' her tomb
What a waste it is brimming with bliss
When your noose's disguised inside a kiss
Love comes and it goes, just like the wind blows
She falls in love but here come its woes
Woman of beauty, barely 22
This woman could be me or could be you
Sells her heart to strangers and thieves
Numb in the chest, She's no breath to breathe
Like the footprint of rain by the edge of shore
One moment she was and then was no more.
Tina RSH
Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 12:08 PM UTC
Eve!
Alas my vicious mind overrides this place
Of sheltered freedom and tacit grace
The magnificence of moments each passed by, poor
As a holy tidal wave,depositing debris on the shore
I stood aimless mourning over the bygone landscape
That in my head crumpled and slipped through a gape
A foremost scar on my veins, coloured black
An outraged bull, ready to make an attack back
Eve! O Eve!
Here I dwell so secret on a perished soul, withdrawn
From the miraculous bliss I found moments after dawn.
The Elixir of bliss slipped through my fingers to fade.
My weakened feet have no more road to wade.
Eve! O dear Eve!
Cherish this perished soul with your divinest love
Seal my eyes, heal my wound, and let me hover above.
As shiny stars are the jewel of night sky,
Give your love to make my heart glorify.
© Tina RSH
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 7:11 PM UTC
Trace, Trace, trace! Give me a trace
Of his charming scent that once blew my way
And lounged on my nostrils.
I have been blind ever since I lost my eyes
To his spectacular sight.
Grace! Grace! Grace! None has his!
The midnight intruder trespassing my mind
A dream! He too feels.
My solitude is unholy and he is the Saint
To break this curse.
Embrace! Embrace! Embrace this shattered heart
That once belonged to a zest chest
Since I'm too cold to even move
Envelope my soul and carry me to your heaven.
2:09 AM
Tina RSH ©
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 6:21 PM UTC
I open the wooden door to my derelict mind
To see myself crawling on the wet playground of dreams ,
Where I have dwelled in, ever since you left
I clutch to an old photo of you that broadly beams
It seems, as though millions of years have passed
The first furtive gaze into your almond eyes
The piles of midnight letters I could never send
Oh darling! Love deep buried in your heart lies
Like a dying ember in the arms of an antique fireplace !
I trace back to my past, when I had you close at hand.
My foolish mind devoiding the agony of your absence
As for this tyrannical solitude I had never planned
I stand on a deserted island fenced by a sea
Of swimming monsters, that aim at my very soul
They, in quest to bite a piece of me
And I, in the depth of this dream,roll and roll...
~Tina RSH
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 6:26 AM UTC
I have sinned so far
With your honeyed lips
Dived against a dozen hazel waves
And Stolen pearl-filled shells
From the ocean of your eyes
Begged your precious ears
To let my foolish chatters pass by
For your rosebud to give off words
That dance around my heavy head
Gathered the scent of your cologne in my *****
That beats for every inch of your proximity
It burns my flushed flesh with searing sin
And my heart with pleasant remorse
May Lord God be Merciful to rebels
Who ran from sacred sanity to Love.
Tina RSH ©
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 6:08 AM UTC
Through and through, he pulled me through
With a magnet in his heart, a dream in his smile
Befallen me, a timeless masquerade
And Ceaseless feet
That mindless grew, grew, grew...
Did I ever pause to rob a quick kiss
Or glance a furtive glance?
I know not, I know not.
No momentary pause , he took me high
He took me high
And higher and higher we flew.
Where did we travel to?
I couldn't say, I had no clue.
And When The world fell asleep
I muttered to his sweet ears:
I have always loved you.
Tina RSH ©
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 1:09 AM UTC
This is where I stand.
Intrinsic beauty in each drop of tear
that splashes my eyes.
Pride in my unclad figure
like faith in a benign tumor
Behold the majesty of surrender
as I severe ties with a talking mind
that feeds on attention; evermore
Since I stand,free of giving.
Behold! I no longer am
the hands you can shake
or the lips you can kiss
My peers envy those tears
they cannot cry.
Tina RSH
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 4:42 AM UTC
Ebony black Pearl!
I play music tonight.
Listen carefully.
3:57 AM
27.07.17
Tina RSH ©
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 7:29 PM UTC
Intrude my silence and set free
A dozen words never spoken with tongue
Written on a heart harassed by sudden pain
My eyes never unwind from flowing rivers
And certified facts prove this noble insanity
This parallel insomnia
Residing in my head
Clasping my throat
With merciless force
Where do I begin?
The nasty smell of drained blood
On my left arm
the expanding ache
In the pit of my stomach
Or the numbness coming to freeze
Even my fingertips
I am quite so done
With the starry nights I enjoyed the least
The rainy evenings I spent dreaming
Of a sunny Sunday
To awake with a soulful smile
That never came...
I am done
With the loveless parties
I faked to take part in
And every bit of the truth
I swallowed
Now I am done with this self
That was never mine.
4:49 am
Tina RSH ©
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 5:35 PM UTC
I prefer to sleep all day long
You see, keep my eyes closed
Than stare at this multitude of ants
following the taste of something sweet
Where are you? In a hopeless dream I had
as I wallowed in the bitter reality
of your absence..
your absence..
your absence..
I will live to dream you are here
darling,
I hope those ants keep away from you
Lest you be bitten..
Lest you close your eyes.
-Tina RSH
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 5:49 PM UTC
Those derelict dead
ends of the soul
that bear mad
houses on their
shoulder,
All Nazis who came
back from the war,
the war that killed
sixty million cells
in their brains.
They came back for
love, put roses
into their guns and
shot like a madman.
There they dwell in
lonlely lonley
cells,
Within their own
boundries
Ceasing to feel
life pass through,
As the starving
walls hold out
their hands, for
the food that was
never given.
Tina RSH
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 7:58 AM UTC
I have a way of saying I love you
To every word that escapes my mind
Where do you travel to?
Do you fall beneath conscious sheets
Or attach to my soul with glue?
How many days I spent collecting you?
In a noisy basket full of pride and panic
I guess half a dozen and few.
Enchanted by your power, your snobbish hue
I search an empty basket over, over again
This breath is wasted! This mind is subdued.
Tina RSH ©
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 7:48 PM UTC
O floating cloud!
Take me to the end of the world
Deposit me on a solid piece of ground
My fists need to bite every inch of dust
My arms need to embrace the thin air
And declare their nothingness
My hidden tears need overflowing
And this thorn in my throat
This thorn in my throat
Scratches my voice
Blood pours out of my words
And I breathe in a touch of silence
The antidote to a dozen weeps
I cannot withhold
I am one with the serenity
Of a frozen lake,
And The tranquil blackness of winter nights
O floating cloud! Be proud!
I have no wind to carry me anymore.
Tina RSH ©
13.07.17
7:23 PM
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 10:54 AM UTC
Let us get out of
this augmented
little world
Mankind was
solitary from the
word go
Creating a roughly
meaningless charm
It is meaning I
yearn to seize
beyond this verse,
more so
When words fail to
paint the void I
breathe
As I watch each
moment pass away
I sit grieving for
a year or two
Before there comes
the unexpected
sharp dismay
And subdued
undefined
melancholy.
There is air beyond
my lungs
And love in the alr
And infinity in
love.
And meaning in the
dreams man ceased
to follow.
Tina RSH
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 7:51 AM UTC
Yes! She was me in a way or two
She suffered from inadequacy
A pink rose who wasn't sky blue
In terms of beauty speaking,
She didn't have enough palms to hold attention
Her eyes no ocean to push a lover through
The girl I killed was petite and serene
khaki trousers ,white woolen pullover
Timeless words, her mouth full of God
She was a gifted, gifted scene in daily deja vu
I never saw her from what she was
I never breathed her breath or saw her cry
Instead, I destroyed her habitat, I cut her mahogany hair
I cut her tender voice through
I killed the girl I knew
In a sense, I've killed myself dozen times more ado
I lost the girl who whispered : I am you.
Tina RSH ©
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 5:09 AM UTC