Crow

High up on an electric pole Stands a friend of Poe’s Her dark gaze falls on us like the rain Swooping in to our daily lives Uninvited Unwanted Rejected Advertisements

Overflow

Between her legs came chasms of pain A river of red A period of hate Everyone heard her cries Everyone understands her woes, But she denies ever having such moans After her veil of maroon removed, torn. She was a perfect angel She claims She just had cravings for chocolate  And the mood to maim….

Almost

Fingers and bodies just inches apart, Your warmth excites me, But we are pulled away by forces we can’t escape. We rush to reach each other Before our trains leave, To a utopian dystopia, To live in a wonderful world, Lacking your presence. To meet you once in a blue moon Means to wish for…

Unrequited

I look at you with tenderness, That which is not reciprocated. I follow your every motion, But my emotions only confuse you. I tell you how much I care, A shameless set of sentences, Thinking you were denser than platinum, But you were just ignorant of what I’m meaning. You let me grow this complicated…

Forgotten

It fucking hurts

When we entrust our legacy

To everyone we cared about

And they return forgetfulness

Of our existence.

3am

Time suspended

My consciousness awaken

Breathin’ shaken

Silence resounding

Happiness, elation

Internally mirrored

Truely alone

Not mistaken

Sleep children

While I awaken

Walk

You need to calm down And smell the roses Feel the breeze Fall on a bed of grass Breathe And find yourself in a pleasant place It is not easy to choose love When blazing anger takes over Your paradiso But have patience, Walk And forgive.

Bloom

I bloom just for you

Touched a rose thorn tenderly

I bleed just for you

Can’t Sleep

My eyes have lost their sense of humour,

And my tongue has become loose,

My dry lips don’t need the moisture,

And my heart needs a rest too.

This conundrum of a sleeping pattern,

Has kept me up at nights.

And this vigilant insomnia,

Has me dreaming when the cock crows thrice.

I want to feel normalcy,

But there is none.

When will the sandman make his visit?

In a day, a week, or a month?

Humiliation

That feeling that incurrs a heat wave

Across the face

Across the weight

Of my humiliated body

Hurts me in so many emotional ways.

Gentle

Your presense can soothe me 

Like an exhaling breath of pent up energy,

Like feeling the stray drops of a tumultuous river

Like the dew drops that fall from one leaf to another,

Like hearing the showers that cool down Gaia

Like climbing onto my bunk bed, one step higher and higher.