I told my love that oranges were my favourite,so my love kissed me on the cheek and planted citrus treesAnd when December drew nigh,my love brought me lemons,said,“here, my love. Your wish is my command” They were bitter,but they were my love’s,and my love had painstakingly planted lemon trees for me. When he saw meContinue reading “Why Not Lemons”
Author Archives: TerryFied
The senses of Deceit
I know what lies look likeI have seen you dart your eyes to the left,maybe that was a tell. I know you lie,I know every word out of your mouth is a shrine of deceit,an extra bar to this cage. I know what lies look like because I have seen you,I have heard you-scream atContinue reading “The senses of Deceit”
It’s a Rut
I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
The Death of Immortality
Under sycamore trees you fed me grapes,made me whisper over and over that I wanted you.I knew the loneliness of your creation never left,the feeling that one day I would not be enough,just like the rest.But under that sycamore tree I was perfect and tomorrow was today.And you fed me grapes as you webbed aContinue reading “The Death of Immortality”
When heaven sunk and you were with it,it pressed your head to its bosom;Let you close your eyes and imagine,that you were still matter…You were still matter.Maybe it was your destiny;to drown with heaven,to find an end beyond the complacency of life,to stretch vocal cords with the angels,one of something,part of a whole. When hellContinue reading “Absurdity”
Cold Silent Nights
There’s a hollow in me,Dark, quiet…and when my emotions fly through,the echo reverberates down to my bones. There’s a pain in me,when I close my eyes I can touch the angry glob throbbing red down my veins.
We could wait forever by these shores,As wet clay begets dry clay begets…statues washed by these streams,frozen lovers of the river goddess;We could wait forever. Eons would go by and we would wait,fingers welded together…watching the seasons dance into each other,listening to the scorch that glues your finger to mine;We could wait forever The streamContinue reading “Thirst”
Session With the Devil
I am the rays of the sun when they kiss the spears of water falling over stone.
I am the silk that coats the leaves in spring,
I am the essence of ripe mangoes yet harvested.
The Myth of Time
One day we will look back to those daysIced tea in our hands;something to cool our veins as our blood races home.One day we will look back,nothing in our palms but webbed lines that point home,but home is empty and the chickens didn’t come home to roost,the hearth is cold and the ashes were blownContinue reading “The Myth of Time”
Between Life and Death
Hello my sun,I have waited for you in the pages of this book,the spaces between my breathsAnd the whispers engulfed in the darkness.I have held you in my dreams every night,I have caressed your skin in your dreams. My sun,I have prayed that you remain bright ever.I have prayed that the darkness does not drawContinue reading “Between Life and Death”