Love

Two minutes
to regain her senses
as she looks at him
through her lenses.

Her poems
seem to care not
sonnets and him
her only thoughts.

The world
ceases to exist
locked up in his arms
all a beautiful mist.

Alas she can’t be blamed
love is a stallion untamed.

25

A child of 5
with vengeance filled eyes
looked at her mother and cried about
how she awaited adulthood with all her heart
20 years later,
the same child with tired eyes
looked at a picture and sighed

Escape

Couldn’t resist reblogging this beautiful poem..

LA PHOTOGRAPHIE

Escape

Slouched, slumped, bundled

My Body!

Soaked, dripping wet

Beads of tears and sweat,

A sticky stench clinging to me.

Violent cries hushed to silent wails

As they chocked on my throat,

Squeezing out through my clenched teeth.

I lay a shattered figurine.

 

Long hours passed before,

The tears dried up,

Lungs welled up,

I slowly stood up.

The mirror, cold blooded;

Staring; with impassive savagery.

Its callous cavernous eyes,

Stripping me with ruthless repugnance.

 

Bare, battered, and broken,

I say to myself

“Enough!

Straight!

Stand straight!”

A yelp within.

“No!

Can’t let them see!

Can’t let them know!”

Lips stretched – ear to ear, with a steady shiver

Teeth blared – pale fear beneath a fake sneer

Hairs were brushed and cheeks were wiped

And a silent blurt,

“This is happiness”,

I coaxed a farce through my head

And put a bullet through my skull.

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Lessons from a 4 year old

Open your mouth wide
And laugh like no one is watching
Music is to be felt
Hum a tune or better, sing loud like no one is watching
Hop, skip and jump
Dance like no one is watching
Let the food you love leave marks on your face
Eat like no one is watching
Allow your mind to run free
Write like no one is watching
Let your heart take decisions sometimes
Love like no one is watching
Enjoy the simple pleasures of life
Live like no one is watching
Amen.

SOME NIGHTS

Writing seems to by my only outlet.
As music plays
I lose control over my inhibitions
Explore my innermost feelings
I am purple.
I am pink.
I am green.
I am red.
Dreaming with open eyes
I want to achieve so much in one night
I see myself bare
Wanting to do the things I have never done
Craving the freedom to act
Wishing for the night to stretch forever.

Yours

Awake
Busy
Craving
Dreaming
Expecting
Feeling
Gazing
Hollow
Imagining
Jealous
Kneeling
Lonely
Mending
Numbing
Opening
Piercing
Quivering
Regretting
Sinking
Throbbing
Urging
Vital
Warning
Yours.

Shhhhhh

I was consumed.
A pack of cigarettes
And a bottle of Vodka.
She liked it with cranberry juice.
Her lips were soft
Softer than the clouds
Her skin felt like velvet
It was magic.
I was the same.
With a hazy mind
A hazy heart
I wanted to be her.
That night
Under the spell of intoxication
I touched her
It was comfortable and warm
Under the white sheets
And then I slept.
I slept to wake up the next morning
Wondering
Wondering if it was all an illusion
Confused about my own likes
I woke up to ambiguity and then
I decided to forget it.
And I did except
Every time I find myself
In a similar state of drunkenness
I think of her and laugh
And then sigh
Wondering if she thinks of the same.