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UntitledEach human fears feeling lonely,
Forms connections to fill all the voids,
Some attain semblance of comfort,
Others escape and avoid.
Fair weather friendships are fickle,
Our smiles hide feeble disguises,
For repression retains one's material gains,
And that's worth all the lies it comprises.
Perception means more than reflection,
Distorted with artistic ease,
Lest the storm of the day drive fair weathers away,
Our deceptions seek those who believe.
Dear Reader, please don’t fear feeling lonely,
For if none gave true voice to the words,
We would never believe that to cease the deceit,
Our risks would be worth the reward.
Dear Reader, please don't fear feeling lonely,
For if none gave true voice to the words,
We would never have realized its all a disguise,
And that risk is well worth the reward.
TsukinushiI miss the lips I never kissed far more than those I tasted,
For each second spent in tasting became a moment wasted,
A dream cannot be buried beneath meaningless events,
A lesson learned repeatedly for which I must repent.
A wolf can howl for all its life and never kiss the moon,
Shattered remnants of its heart left strewn across the dunes,
Born bearing unrequited love for all its lonely life,
Destined cries unanswered ripple ‘cross the starry nights.
And I was but a wolf-cub who never had a chance,
Birthed into a lonely world so empty of romance,
Hopelessness incarnate, the knight within the poet,
Who watched his dreams eroded attempting not to show it.
I miss the lips I never kissed more than the rest combined,
Enough to be required to express it with a rhyme,
Those lips will never miss me despite countless hidden wishes,
For the existence I was given came with bliss strictly forbidden.
Petals FallingA cursed flower counts the days,
That love has passed me by,
I count the petals endlessly,
Awaiting there to die.
Each petal's fall a knell of death,
Translated into beauty,
A fate accursed placed on my back,
And styled as a duty.
Duty weighs so heavily,
And death is but a feather,
Yet the mountain rests atop my back,
A burden I must weather.
The flower's final petal makes its most fluid decent,
The crushing weight replaced by a feather's elegance.
UntitledDid it hurt when you fell from heaven?
'Cause it hurt when you sent me to hell,
Just because you're an angel that's fallen,
Doesn't mean you should take me as well.
I never asked to be broken,
It just sort of came with the past,
Punished for noble intentions,
Thrown out to rot with the trash.
I just wanted something that mattered,
A place that was safe to call home,
But the lies in your eyes oh so sweetly disguised,
Told a story quite far from my own.
Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?
Is that why you sent me to hell?
If I'd known the truth on the day that we'd met,
Id have made sure that I never fell.
Black CatA black cat crossed my path today,
And I could feel luck swing my way,
A funny thing the twists of fate,
The subtle change throughout the day,
A whiff of something on the breeze,
That stirs nostalgic memories,
Stolen kisses in the spring,
Silly wishes, promise rings,
Musty castles far away,
The scents that lead my heart astray.
A black cat crossed my path today,
The sunshine stirred my heart awake,
Feelings faded with the years,
From youthful bliss and wishes dear,
A desperate dream that clung to life,
Tinged quite slightly with contrite.
The EpilogueI loved a little lonely girl, with all my shattered heart,
A Poet, Knight, romantic who was hopeless from the start,
She used me and she broke me and she threw my heart away,
Yet I see the eyes upon the eyelids whether sleeping or awake.
So, please, won't you kindly save me from this darkness and this pain,
A fall for someone broken is not predestined to be vain,
For romance is a specialty I've perfected since conception,
So upon your first impression make a cursory inspection.
Fall in love with me and I can show you all the things you've dreamed,
Then add romance to the story as an author writes his scenes,
Save me from this darkness and I'll thank you for the light,
With an endless life of smiles, an eternal loyal Knight.
The StoryI loved a little, lonely girl,
With hair of bushy auburn curls,
I loved her with my healthy heart,
Doomed to shatter all apart.
This little girl, upon first sight,
Out shined the sun to make it night,
Waited anxious during class,
To hear the name to which she matched.
Once softly heard her name was burned,
Into a heart which sorely yearned,
To whisper sweetly, taste the sound,
Of the name which had it bound.
For many years that boy did chase,
To be replaced and be replaced,
Held her drunken, crying, lonely,
Cared for her, his none and only.
The years had passed the window open,
A feel, a spark, a dream awoken,
A chase impulsive, one last chance,
For the hopeless to find true romance.
A smile fixed upon his lips,
The poet met hers for a kiss,
Not yet knowing of the lie,
His lovely damsel in disguise.
Deceitful kisses oh so bliss,
Masked the thorns the roses hid,
Their cuts so subtle, never noticed,
Beneath the love on which he focused.
Ever hopeless the romantic,
Made a gesture so pedan
LifeWhen I was young they told me I could do anything,
They told me if I set my mind to it, that I could be great.
I told them: “Okay, I want to never grow up,
I’ll sit here and chill on this sweet sippy-cup.”
Twenty odd years later they tell me I need a job,
I tell them I don't need a job I just need someone to rob,
They tell me stealing is wrong and I shouldn’t do it to live,
So I ask them what they have upon their naive person to give.
The officer who cuffed me asked me why I would steal,
Such a nice kid from the suburbs shouldn’t struggle for meals,
I told him, “they said I could do anything when I was a kid,
a falsehood so sweet I could hardly resist.”
He asked me what could drive me to becoming a thief,
“Well, sir, my life is built of nothing but grief.
they told me when I was a kid that I’d be the nuts,
but all I ever really wanted was to never grow up.
The Holy TrinityEat my body, drink my blood,
It takes away your sin,
Obey my words and fear my name,
And you shall change within.
Worship me with every breath,
For rewards never seen,
I promise you an afterlife,
Sing my hymns, adore my birth,
And I will grant you bliss,
Read my book, obey my words,
My way is the only way,
The holy and the good,
A truly blessed, god-fearing man,
Does everything he should.
Young LoveI was so young
when I first heard
the beats of my heart
pulse lightly upon my ribcage
My toothpick bones,
to the powerful palpitations
And I was still young
when I heard again
the throbs of my heart
pound forcefully upon my ribcage
My metal bar bones,
to the butterfly-wing beats
So you better hurry, boy
as my ribs are becoming
thick as steel
and you’ll soon need a metal cutter
to reach my heart
(And I don’t want to become damaged in the process of being loved).
how to love a girl who can't love herself.get lost under the sun, then
fight the break of dawn.
i am nothing in the dark,
so show me
walk with me,
to the secret place
where i met you
(those turquoise city dreams)
when the sun goes down,
when the moon shines,
(girl of the ocean, let's go
somewhere only we know.)
please, i beg you.
winter me gently, because the earth laughs in flowers, and
red red roses, they're so beautifully
from the back of my throat, i promisethe world is made of talking trees and cloudy water,
and the way you look at me
i'm no artist but i think i've painted your voice at the base of my neck
it's not something you can come back from
and tomorrow won't be a victory any more than it will be a loss
they don't make maps for a place like thisI'm stuck somewhere
between great rollings hills
and a sweet-calm sea,
but the air doesn't smell
of salt or dandelions.
Only this heavy
cloying breeze that sticks
in my throat and fills
my lungs with the sharp tang
of musk and pine
reminds me that I'm
not far from home. And
in the distance there
is a rolling clamor;
a whistle crying long and low.
But there are no signs,
Though I've wandered days
through this strange
traipsing across smooth plains
and sharp plateaus, I've
never crossed the
same path twice...
One thought rings true in
this foreign land:
dear, don't be alarmed
I only lose my bearings so thoroughly,
only become so
What Shall He Be?Oh what shall he be - the one to steal my heart?
Many a man is there in this vast world,
But what sort should I desire?
My sisters have oft said to see him in my thoughts.
To know him there and appease my dreams.
I am slow to act, for what reality could compare to a woman's dream?
But, alas, I do believe
That even I find myself dreaming of him now and again.
And so you ask, what sort of man is he?
Well listen close, for here I shall tell of what sort he would be:
He should be tall and graceful, elegant and fair;
With sweet golden locks of his curly hair.
And have blue eyes that sparkle in the light
Of the sun, bright, as does his smile shine.
His tender words and gentle touch
Would so sooth my heart and troubled mind.
His strong arms would hold me fast in the darkest nights
And chase away my fears 'til dawn.
His sweet lips would kiss me tenderly, lovingly just so.
He would have a heart of pure gold, and be loyal and good.
And looking into his eyes, he would see my soul
And I, giving my
to hell with goodwill (que sera sera)his tale-weaving tongue
tastes of crisp linen
drenched in bergamot
locked in by lips
of brown sugar that bubble
a blueberry melody
on his siren songs
drunken on an unearthly state
i drown my earl grey eyes
refusing to abandon the atrocity
that is his bedspread
his vesuvius temper
keep me on the verge of tears
on the ledge of limitations
i know all too well
i can never repel his touch
his gaze glazes over my beehive body
and i break open
raw and wild
sucking on the saccharine serendipity
of seeing this scene
in some long lost dream
his lambent limbs
though scathingly swollen
spread far and wide
such is my
i am peeled
past my quivering
he polishes and pencils
past my profanities
his life oeuvre is
to have me obliterated
come what may
the desolation of this delusion
will one day leave me
to inferno with goodw
My memories of my dearest youYou chased me all the way through the harbour port and caught me by my auburn pigtails. You told me they burned like the sun kissing the horizon goodbye as we sat on the deck catching our breath. My eyes tracked down the silhouette of your chest where your sheer garment rippled to translucency. I liked how your spine slouched into comfort and how the your silhouette shone in ethereal hue. And when my chapped lips rubbed into yours, somehow it bloomed to our own perfect splatters of colours.
I hope you still remember how our fingers entwined beneath the old palm trees. How the wind caressed my hair and you ruffled it as we kissed.
And how our cackling laughter blended to perfect cacophony at the old porch swing. I'll always notice your smile that lights my world like the crescent moon shines the earth.
I still remember our playful memories when we mischiefs ran around the thrift shop and you provoked me with our silly pictures in silly clothes.
Or our charming memories where you promise
I won't forgetI will always remember
you quietly waiting in the corridors
and opening doors for me to pass through
you drifting in and out of office spaces
and as we walked with matching paces
your smile would quietly etch itself into my memories
of what we were when we were not together.
I will always remember the feelings I wanted to forget
as I walked the limits of darkness every night,
my loneliness like a silhouette
that knew no respite
from the resounding cries
of the kookaburras in the trees
weeping for the heart that wanted to be free
to be with the you
who could not be with me.
I will always remember the voice inside my head
uttering a love that could not be said
across the oceans and the miles
that stretched like a chasm before us
but it was never a distance we did not surmount--
each night a transgression of space and time,
a compression of our imaginations and our minds.
I will never forget these slivers of a past
that used to haunt us with the pain of our non-existence
in a reality we'd
Three WordsThree words people dream of each night before sleep,
Three words parents teach of with birds and with bees,
Three words grant a smile and set things to ease,
Three words people wish for to bring sweet relief.
Three words that were given and taken away,
Rip out a heart, leave a soul disarrayed,
A smile is broken, the sky fades to grey,
Three words became false and a heart fell astray.
Pick up the pieces, its never the same,
Three words once they're stolen are forever changed,
A burden so heavy it borders deranged,
Weighs down shoulders and hearts to leave a soul drained.
So when saying three words, please make sure they're true,
For once taken away, they cannot be renewed.
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