Art

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.

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.

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.