I don’t ask much of the universeDon’t pour libations,nor face the eastern sun,or the western wind-in salutation . I don’t ask much of the universe,don’t stay a while to listen to the trees sing,or the rain clean.The leaves have turned without me seeing,stomped on caterpillars that hoped to be butterflies. I didn’t ask much fromContinue reading “Rain For The Wicked”
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Do you love me now
Praised him for his yellow roundness,the way he brightened their universe.A huge spectacle made of his presence,surprising how thin the line between adoration and hate is And sometimes he wished he wouldn’t riseThat he would dwindle and in the darkness-his ashes would be lost in the abyss . Look how the sun,how it dances forContinue reading “Do you love me now”
Fragments
I’m sorryI’m sorry that when you stare at these broken pieces…all you will see is nothingness,incomplete puzzles that don’t make sense,incomplete puzzles that you can never figure out. I’m sorry that in my joy is –a practised laugh,a rehearsed pause.In my silence are words stifled by fear,yet I have no cause to be afraid. I’mContinue reading “Fragments”
Bury
Your problems are a corpse,bury it.Your traumas are a dead dog,bury it.Your short-comings are radioactive,in metal vaults , bury them! Bury them,bury themDig eight feet down,too far to reach down,bury! In the unsuspecting dawn,the earth quakesAll buried zombies arising,tramping on rotting daisies,you buried undead things! At the height of noon,under the beating sun,they find theirContinue reading “Bury”
Of Stars and Love
You equate him to stars Say the whole universe lies in his embrace You’ve been giving him names Calling him Andromeda, your galaxy You’ve been weaving words of him being your sun And how your world revolves around him But girl, hasn’t he been theirs all universe? Andromeda when he’s too robust to fit inContinue reading “Of Stars and Love”
Sorrows of a dying spirit
My home is a nest of chaos masked by calmness. Detached souls trying to bond best explains us. We fight nights and put on our masks come morning because that’s all that matters; our reputation. My home is a lab where the mind is keened into submission and meekness, obedience the goal. When happiness descendsContinue reading “Sorrows of a dying spirit”
Lucid
Lady of the ton walks alone Head bent lowShame around her head a halo Lady of the ton walks aloneHands fisted on airFeet hitting a lonely staccato on the grey sidewalk Lady of the ton looks at the city mirrorsHer wet eyes they mirrorHer lonely visage a deep contrast to whiles ago Lady of theContinue reading “Lucid”
Darkness and light 