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20171109_223711Her nimble fingers
Unbuttoning her
Floral shirt
Sending shudders
Of desire through my skin.
She told me she was an artist;
Her green eyes
whispered
Of heartache coupled
With mystery.
Little did she realize
She was art to me.

 

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Behind

I stopped believing in love
Until our eyes met;
A poltergeist
From a previous life.

Right then and there, I knew
I would never meet another like you.

But I set you free
Knowing your happiness
Would never be with me.

Maybe in another existence
We will soar together in the sky
Leaving all doubt behind…
And I’ll stop looking for a love
That I will never find.

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Fallen

The leaves are falling, just like I used to.

Until life allowed me to start anew

I cannot revert to how I was before

but I don’t know

what sweetness tastes like anymore.

 

Chills in the air crawl up my spine

while the ground gets painted golden.

When I consider making you mine,

I realise we’re both too broken.

 

The breeze uncloaks the trees,

Reveals the barren souls within.

 

We’re just two empty bodies

connecting skin-to-skin

Doomed, never to fall again.

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Metempsychosis

I put my phone away and intrepidly look up at the path ahead. I am in a state of metempsychosis. My soul has been converted from a robotic slave to a free human being. I am in control of my thoughts and desires. I feel like I can accomplish anything! But when I try to lock eyes with other humans, I am in awe. Everyone else is still entrapped by their screens, not even aware of my gaze. My pleading eyes have no impact. This is the reality we live in: one in which we constantly attempt to escape reality. No matter where we go, we are always alone. My liberated soul weeps for mankind.

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For Chester Bennington

Your music will honour your soul tonight

And those who have died aimlessly

Victims of a world that values currency

over serenity.

Death can be more appealing than life

For the eternal peace from this reality

May seem a more logical choice

during these hard times.

Hate is the President

Intolerance is the Vice.

Well, I refuse to accept

that no more good remains

On this planet.

It takes but only a moment

To entice

Fond memories

With a familiar song in the background

And your imagination running free.

In the end, it matters, indeed.

 

 

 

 

 

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Moonlight Musings

In a world that has taught me

That success has a currency,

I would like to extract

That it can be measured

By the amount of lives

I have positively impacted.

And as such, I do believe

Happiness is simple to achieve;

I revel in the moonlit sky

And allow imagination’s eye

To transport me

Into the outskirts

Of the universe.

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Contradictions

You utter

that four letter

word while your hand

is wrapped around her waist.

Why I still think about your taste

I’ll never understand.

you keep saying I’m yours

but our distance tells me otherwise.

So why do I act surprised

when the excuses arrive again?

I keep trying to shut my door

knowing you’ll sneak back in.

But I’ll wake up with the sunrise

and count the spiders under my bed,

battling contradictions in my head.

You’ll contact me in the afternoon

and pretend you’ll visit very soon,

then you’ll repeat your signature phrase:

“I love you.”

But I know you don’t meant it, as always.

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5 am

I woke up at 5 am

Realized I’m alone

and you’re 2,015 km away.

Maybe you’ll come around one day.

But for now, I’ll close my eyes

and drift off into my imagination….

missing you is a blessing in disguise

it means I can finally feel again.

We always want what we can never obtain

but I’ll take the pleasure with the pain,

hoping you’re waking up alone too,

and wondering if I dreamt of you.

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Faded

I know you thought of me today
When you visited my friend’s workplace
A small part of you was hoping
You would encounter my face.

I haven’t thought of yours in a long time.
Granted, when you do cross my mind,
A reminder of what I left behind,
You no longer take a hold of me,
You simply fleet right through,
A deleted memory. A faded hue.
Keep on thinking of me, then,
Because I guarantee
You will never see my face again.

They say it’s better to forgive than to forget
But who says I haven’t forgotten you yet?

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Self-fulfillment

Loneliness knows no existence

in the realm of my mind.

Content with my own presence,

I’ve left my misery behind.

I am tired of lowering my expectations

For undeserving humans.

Instead, I will nurture my soul

With nature’s lullaby.

On my own, I can be whole

Just me, myself and I.

So, when you depart,

Do not forget to shut the door.

I don’t need anyone, anymore

For my heart.

The breath in my lungs will suffice:

I will make my reality a paradise.

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Asphyxiation

Some nights
I just want to stop breathing
For a little while,
And forget everything:
The heartbreak
violence, oppression,
Misguided intolerance.
25 years young
Still writing love songs
But they fall on deaf ears.
Is anyone even listening?
It seems I've been walking
Down this path of tears
For eternity.
No one can find me,
Hiding in my insecurities,
Gasping from asphyxiation.
Here, there is no oxygen;
Just the scent
Of death's temptation.
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Change

“You’ve changed.”

He says, his eyes

piercing through mine.

How could I stay the same

When I have felt his soul

and my heart intertwine?

I wish I could leave

my emotions behind.

I do not reply

but I want to cry:

“I shiver every time you touch my skin,

Although, it’s usually by accident.

you talk all about how your date went

and you expect me to sit there and grin?

To encourage you to destroy me

While you and I both deny

our incomprehensible chemistry?

Don’t pretend

you don’t miss when my knees were on the floor

I see you lick your lips when you enter my door.”

He sighs, “You’re so cold”

-No, I’m just too old…

Too old to waste my life on this.”

He walks away, I blow a final kiss.

I am forever changing, it’s what humans do;

So, this is the last poem I will waste on you.

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Arms wide open

You held out your hand for a fist pump

But I immediately went in for a hug.

Why am I like this?

All I wanted was a kiss.

You keep saying that you want to be

Just friends

But I’ve seen how your eyes devour me.

Now, your cologne lingers

On my leather jacket.

You go off to sleep with her;

I lock myself in the closet.

I keep hoping one day,

When you’re done playing,

You will have the courage to look back in.

There is no guarantee

But you might just find me

Waiting for you, with arms wide open.

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Damaged Dreams

I have had this recurring dream

It has plagued me since fourteen.

In it, all I hear are my mother’s screams

Some things are better left unseen.

She’s begging me to look away

Trying to keep me innocent

Just for one more day,

But I can smell the scent

Of smoke, blood and gasoline

I feel like I’m in a movie scene.

I keep staring straight at the rubble

Of the building facing our own,

Hoping we’re safe in our little bubble,

Praying the jets will leave us alone.

The dream doesn’t really have an ending:

just an image of my inner child fading.

Lately, I’ve been having a different dream

Where I’m staring into a machine

at little blue thumb-ups on a screen.

There’s a video of a politician

Saying exactly what he means

The world is green, the air is clean.

He preaches love, kindness and serenity

And all of Earth’s beings enjoy prosperity.

I wake up from my hallucinations

To missiles, gun fights, executions

Humans will want what they do not need

They are but victims of their own greed.

Now that I am finally awake,

I understand what is at stake

The blue fingers point to a virtual sky

I wave to the little girl in my dream: goodbye.

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Guitar Strings

You played me like a guitar string

your nimble fingers sliding down my spine.

Listening to the sweet sounds escaping

from my open mouth; our souls aligned.

But soon enough, you tired of the music

and longed to experiment.

So you put me down, threw out the pick

to try another instrument.

I heaved a sigh as I watched you leave

my heart still vibrating against my sleeve

hoping, in vain, that you’ll come back and play

but the melody faded as you walked away.guitar.png

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Daydreams

Daydreaming about your lips

Devouring mine

Hands pressed on my hips

Your scent, divine…

My body jolts,

I am awake

The thunderbolts

Of yesterday still striking me.

I want to replace every memory

Of past heartbreak

With your kiss, your smile

And how you make

The pain fade for a while.

No longer confined

To the chains that shackled me before.

You’ve freed my mind;

I don’t daydream about him anymore.

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High

Every time you leave

I come down.

You hit me

like a line 

of cocaine

straight

to the brain.

Chocolate-stained

lips tracing circles

around my tongue;

but the taste turns bitter

when you’re gone.

 

I can’t stop thinking about

whether you’re thinking about me

driving away in the rain,

you have known such pain.

You tell me love is a lie

why can’t we just get high?

 

Soft fingers crawling across

My fiending body

Breaths intermixing

in the warmth of my bedsheets

I close my eyes

To salvage the feeling,

safekeeping

the memory

for tomorrow.

Because I know

when you set your

foot out the door

I’ll crave you even more.

You’ll say goodbye,

your hazel eyes

reflecting the sunlight

And I’ll heave a sigh

knowing that by tonight

your effect will disappear

and I will be left here

back in reality

with nothing 

but the daydreams

of you telling me

True love is a lie;

So, come on by

Let’s just get high.