A Love Lostburningthendoused with sorrowflames like fingerslicking at our heelsstraining, strugglingsputteringembers glow, fadesmokea last breath extinguished
A Love Anewslow rising heathigher, higherreaching up and outa crescendo, sparksflying, ignitingtenderly searing flames engulf
Decree AbsoluteWe married.Exchanged rings.Fools' gold.
.adrift..the oceanhehailsyou.the skyinhalesyou© naikki.deviantart.com - 2013
Boulevard of Lost HopeNothing in these pocketsBut a five dollar billFour dimesAnd a pint of whiskeyIn a crumpled upPaper sackWife beater onCarpenter style DickiesAnd a ball capTurned backSitting on a road side benchWatching cars on the fast trackDoing eighty fiveTo anywhereBut hereThe boulevard of lost hopePaved in broken glassAnd ill reputeI grew upNot far from hereI came to celebrate life changersAnd wake up callsSold my dreamsFor freedomNowEven in the worst of placesThe world seems brighterTo me
AcheA chink of gold held her tooth together. If she applied pressure she felt the sharp blades dig into her tender gums. If she probed it with her tongue, curious or absent minded it elicited the same bark of pain but she continued to do it nonetheless, convinced that the right amount of pressure could stop the pain.The tooth fell out.
for unseeing eyesladen with skywe stumbledand painted mockingbirdson loveless branchesfolding in our slender limbsand ducking under our ownvoices, fidgety and frailagainst the wall of night.between the dipping bladesand drawn shoulderswe learned to craft our wordssteady-soft,a drumming rainthat carved canyonsin open hearts anddrew the sunshine toour supping lips.keen-eyed, we watchedremembering the weightof unseeing eyesand scalding remarksand we learned to slipthe noose-knots and slidethrough the soul-cracksand somehowbuild kingdoms underupturned noses.with lyrical uncertaintyand tender determinationwe built a pyre of peacein the shadowsof dissonanceand watched it blazethe truth across ourpliant hearts.as solemnas new leaves still curledand stretching handsunfurled in suppliancewe lifted our headsin broken laughter,for this light is our burden,and even a whispercan shatter silenceand bring the blindto sight.
nobody ever texts her first.you will tire of her. she will not alwaysbe there to turn sealife to stardust,or be the receptacle for your anger.she will become that girl you used to know, the one with the notebook and no friends.she's been hanging with unloved kids,underachievers-- just to rememberthe insanity of a smile,the feeling of being noticed.already she has forgottenwhat it feels like to dodge quick remarks, the thrillof apprehension in quotation marks & parts of speech.she sleeps backbone to floorboardsbecause they're softer than regret.she wants to bleed throughsomeone else's wounds.already she sees the fraysin your interest, the conversationsthinning down to "hello" goodbye.
SenselessI've lost the power of speech,become the dumbest of beasts.I've been robbed of my senses,stripped of all my defences.Your exercise of bewitching touchleaves me incapable even of remembering my name.Your witchcraft has undone so much,still you refuse to shoulder the blame.There's so much for me to learn anew,can I hope to learn it all from you?
The Day You Drowned- to Oswaldo, my first friendI could hear the ocean that morning, somethirty miles from the coast, in that waythe waves always break down without anyonearound to see the waves break downand it made no sense that I would waketo the sound of the waves breaking down thatmorning, but there I was, awake, oceanin my ears, and alone. I learned what happenedmuch later, bike tire treading water at ourpark, a sign hung in the rain. You werealone, skirting, dancing with the shorethe way you always would, the way you always diduntil then, when the ocean danced with youand led you onward, your favorite music withyour favorite partner leading you on, foamstepping forward, you stepping back. Whenthe false step happened, the ocean cradled youbecause you were its favorite partnerand it never wanted to lose you, to be leftalone. You, being gracious, went along.The ocean was in my ears this morning. I hopeyou're still dancing in the ocean's arms.
*Olympus*Mount Olympus weepsRain driven days and heartacheStorm clouds gathering.2013 Delice194110th March2013
*Unforgettable*ApparitionAlive with memoriesHaunting sadness.2014 Delice19416th February2014
Night haikuThe moon comforts a waveBefore its impending deathUpon the shore
Hidden YouYou hide behind your logicWe must read between those lines,To define you is impossibleAs you don't show.You follow how you should be,Not as you wish.Your views are stolenTaken from a higher source,You are not your own,You only think,Not need.Your maturity grows sweetFrom the childhood you never had,You are beginning to unravel,Your world, crashingFalling off the frail truths you told,You will one day learn
ArtistWhile you hand outYour heart on street cornersI'll still be hereImagining new colors
Morning WhisperOne morning I opened my eyes,woke up buried under a mountain of lies.Unable to move as the tears started rolling,I crouched and whispered to myself:Good morning."Same evening I closed my eyes,as I went sleeping I was buried alive.
RealitateVreau să-mi cresccoaste de copacişi rădăcini de om,Să-mi desfac din inhibiţii,din greşeală şi din somnca să devinunul cu pământul,două cu marea,trei cu sfântulsoare glorios.Vreau o atmosferăîn loc de pieleşi-un fulger şi un focîn loc de fir de păr,Vreau să trăiesc de şapte dăţi,Să am ochi albiţi de vreme,Să am iarnă şi nămeţidoar când privescsăgeţi strălucitoarepicând încet din soarepe pseudofrunze şi oameni înverziţi.Poate, doar poateVoi avea atunci dreptateNu există merit, sau puritateNu există bine, nu există rauîn realitate.
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