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Thursday, 25 November 2021
Unaltered
Sunday, 21 November 2021
January
What will January bring?
Criminal
An uncommitted crime
An unconventional kill - out of uncertainty
Tuesday, 2 November 2021
Marshmallow
Monday, 27 September 2021
Young Love
I love it when you come back
to say something (so unimportant)
to kiss me goodbye
for one last time;
one more time,
my sweetheart.
I love it how you are just as addicted
to the kiss
to the touch
to the overwhelming euphoria of each other’s presence
I love it how we are inseparable
after so much drama
all the commotion
the insane stream of tears;
nonetheless,
together.
Sunday, 7 March 2021
Self-love
Sunday, 7 February 2021
Free Thought
He says you're not such an emotional mess
and he says, you should give yourself some credit
And yes the dilemma between reality and illusion
Makes me want to pull my hair sometimes
The longing for an escape has made my heels wear out
On top of that, there is confusion: I see you
In the people walking past me,
Hastily,
and as I turn around
It's not you
Nor anything,
nor anyone,
Was it even possible to be so free?
It has past the crises what they call existencial, you see
The shadows in my dreams,
And the blood,
So much,
Everywhere,
Makes me wonder if it's really me
who witnesses these thoughts,
Or am I the thoughts myself?
So could you blame me?
I am lost,
But a little less than everyone around me,
And a little more,
Than I think I should be.
fa
Sunday, 31 January 2021
Commence.
I am servility; jerk and pluck.
A wild deer – tamed.
He is glitter; a
godlike dusk.
A devil in question; ripped apart.
A dream, yet another one.
Ablaze.
And then a promise – a love promise.
Commence.
A tank full of pure-oxygen, an ignition.
This seed will bud with two heads.
Fa
A magnanimous Outburst.
The sheets are empty
And maybe I am too.
A beatless heart,
And a magnanimous burst.
A soulless cry,
And a mysterious love.
These unleashed demons and
A squeak so loud
A crushed to ground;
Butterfly.
He waited for the coldest night of a lifetime.
An extravagant adventure
A sculpture, an ice sculpture.
A claim unprocessed.
A right undelivered.
(My heartache may kill me tonight.)
He carved with care.
He cut and carved;
And filed and blew.
Shaped her right.
Chiseled in plight.
But the ice-dust will waft away all the pain.
Put your hands on mine,
Just a little bit of patience will do.
The flower will bud,
Maybe unscented at first.
It will be beautiful and beyond the conventional love.
Forgive me tonight, and move past the hurt.
Only once and yet forever.
Forgive me tonight, and move past the hurt.
Fa
A Dream.
Take a scalpel.
Or a sharpener blade
It's thin like paper
Like a broken dream
Fragile - a dilapidated soldier
The war is lost,
I lay bare.
Now open my heart,
See you all you can
An autopsy of the live
One beat here, another missed --- spasms.
Ice cold velvet rush,
In snow;
In quarantine;
Yield.
See for yourself
For you can see all you can
All there is;
The rotten flesh - plastic.
Dried blood,
And black rose-petals
Revolting manners and a sickening scent.
Rebellious and arrogant she grew.
Now dead; dead inside.
See for yourself.
See all you can.
Fa
Lavender.
A lavender delight got me.
on a sunny day, a knob of butter
On a warm pan, a teenage dream
Innocent.
Unanticipated breakdown.
On ice.
On sleet.
A surrender, a beautiful surrender.