The leaves are falling a little faster,Read More »
The temperature dips downward day by day.
It feels like the start of a new chapter,
But I'm stuck watching reruns, hitting replay.
Spine
Stack thirty-three vertebrae on top of each other like Jenga,Read More »
Add on a few pounds of pressure,
The parental and peer kind, both.
I got used to the pain, now it is my pleasure
To carry this heavy load.
Fabric Of Reality
When the universe stretched itself to its limit,
Unravelling the very fibre of its being
Into threads so minuscule
It dissolved into nothing, everything.
But the cloth could only hold on so long.
And the angels stopped their holy song
To go and find a a man
To sew back together the sacred bands.
They found a tailor willing to do the job
They gave him a needle made out of pixie dust
They hoped he would fix the world with a stitch
But he was a mere mortal, their expectations were unjust.
He did the best he could
Of course it wasn’t enough
The fabric of reality smothered him
Consumed his soul slowly
Until his breath gave birth to a new universe
Traces of You
My hands keep reaching out for yours
Even when you're not here anymore.
That alluring scent you exude
Keeps teasing me, pleasing me, putting me in the mood.
Those dark brooding eyes with which you stare at me from afar
Look at me the way an alcoholic looks at the bar.
I want to be your crippling addiction
The recipient of your adoration
Your one and only desire
The flame to your fire
Love me until I'm all you can do
Love me until all that's left behind are traces of you
Love and Other Drugs
There’s a new drug in town
That I can’t wait to get my hands on
They say he is addictive
I can attest to that myself
They say he’s super sweet
But I think he’s hot as hell
Like a moth to a flame
I find myself at his doorstep again
Begging for one more kiss
Begging for one more on my lips
“I swear it’s totally under control
It’s just a silly little crush”
Is what I told myself before
I fell head over heels for his touch.
No I don’t need rehab or an intervention
Because he is the perfect medicine
To heal my hollow heart
And make me feel like living art.
Migratory Bird
He was a winter bird,
Flying far from home. He stayed with me for warmth; I didn’t want to let him go. “Everything is perfect, is it not?” I say as I hold him close. “The grass is green and the air is clear You won’t ever have to deal with snow” He looks at me with wet eyes, Within him a fire’s aglow. “My wings were made to soar” He cries out as he leaves me alone. And here I sit and wonder if
He will return once more.
Contrast in Generations
When the people weren’t as blind as they are today They could see through the lies politicians made And demanded justice regardless of the price to pay.Read More »
Freedom
Being free from obligations is both a blessing and a curse, because you don’t know what your heart really wants. So many options, not enough time to choose, all you do is sit and muse.
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Sunsets
When the Sun goes down, like it always does,
Purple and Red dance in the sky like lovers,
Painting the horizon with their passion.
Even the Stars blush as they carry on
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Circus People
Come on, let’s put on a show
For all the people that we don’t know:
We have little billy here,
Who laughs when others sigh,
And Mrs. Smith, whose baby
Cries during my lines.
Tammy brought a dog inside
(Who cares if it’s not allowed?)
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