Engorged in malaise,
Yet soothing like
On a winter’s day.
I could not catch her drift
But I got near enough
To touch it.
She pulled back
Into the safe
And I lay
He tells my mother
he’s “moved on”
as if that statement
he left behind.
Grey skies swallow the sun, and she revels in the foggy abyss. Her bright yellow coat glistens as rain washes the layers of sorrow from her past; she has been baptised: a new life awaits.
She smiles at every drop, greeting it like an old friend.
Ever since her brother passed away, the sun would not cease shining, insulting her sadness, attempting to force her out of her gloomy reveries by shimmering through the blinds. Now that December had come, the twist of climate finally allowed her some solace. Oddly enough, she felt at peace.
He was never coming home, but the thunder kept her company. The pitter-patter of water on her windows reminded her of their childhood puddle-jumping contests. He always won.
For the first time in a while, she did not feel alone anymore…
Her nimble fingers
Of desire through my skin.
She told me she was an artist;
Her green eyes
Of heartache coupled
Little did she realize
She was art to me.
I stopped believing in love
Until our eyes met;
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.
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
Doomed, never to fall again.
My legs wrapped around his body
His wise words hanging above my head
Bright brown eyes delving into my soul
It has been a while
Since I’ve met someone
Worth falling for…
(Somebody stop me)
I saw the universe in his eyes
but finiteness in his words.
The space between those unspoken
Enlarging the one between us.
Maybe in an an alternate reality
His actions will speak louder
and he will look deep into me
and see Forever.
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.
Be close to your parents;
You are their extension
and their portal to another existence.
Allow them to marvel in it.
Your music will honour your soul tonight
And those who have died aimlessly
Victims of a world that values currency
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
With a familiar song in the background
And your imagination running free.
In the end, it matters, indeed.
The sun kissed my skin
Its rays dispersed into my membranes;
And for a moment it shrouded my pain,
Then seeped into the clouds.
The taste of its vitamins
Its kisses failed to eliminate
Those you bestowed upon me.
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.
The fresh flavors of your body
Complimentary exceptional techniques.
Your delicately developed cuisine,
Your love handles, naturally perfect:
You are the daily feature.
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.
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.
Do not pretend to know me
or comprehend me
until you have ventured
into the deepest parts of my soul,
until you have tasted the bitterness
of my memories,
until you have confronted my demons
and sustained my scars.
Once you have seen everything within,
Your exploration of me can begin.
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?
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.
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.
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?
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
Picture by Andrew Lamboff
Daydreaming about your lips
Hands pressed on my hips
Your scent, divine…
My body jolts,
I am awake
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.