Thursday, December 1, 2022

Dear Heart

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Dear Heart,I’m sorry for wearing you on my sleeve,and giving you away, as if you werebut a stone that held me down.You are a compass,a compass with a lost sense of direction.A compass which only points meto the closest point of comfort,A compass which...

Twilight

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I always believed that you and I were like day and night,destined to blend in this shadow of light.Now when I look into my heartI can still see the vestiges of twilightthat once bloomed in my life;there isn’t a more beautiful poem than you. When...

Dear Lungs

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Dear Lungs,I’m sorry for being caught upin the endless search for numbness.I have forgotten that it was you, above all,that let the holy breath enter my soul. I hope you remember the times,where balloons seemed to magically expand,as I whispered onto you,The smoke now drowns...

Dear Eyes

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Dear Eyes,I should have sheltered youfrom the things that seemed unseen,and I should have listened to you more. But god help me if it was not also youwho showed me the ways of sin,and pointed my attentionto a place where a heart does not belong. I...

Enlightenment Part III: Acceptance

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Overwhelmed with such knowledge, Thoughts no longer his own and acts of pure will,He descended the mountain to his old home. Everything felt the same. There was buying, There was selling. Talking to each person as if talking to the great sky,They responded, offering him guidance and...

Waves

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it comes at night, after soft, gruelling days. like a tidal wave, it rises and crashes over me: dragging me under. the current is much too strong for me to fight. so I will drown, until somebody saves me.

Plywood and Duct Tape: Part II

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It hit me full blast In an instant, Crack I fell It poured over me, Rushing and coursing. The hallucinations started to laugh as they took a fuller form, “Really?” One mocked. “You didn’t know what we were, Who we were?” I could...

Plywood and Duct Tape: Part I

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I can feel the walls cracking, Breaking, The dam leaking. It is being held By plywood and duct tape. The cracks are growing larger, More and more keeps spilling out, I keep promising myself One more crack Then I’ll get help. The dam ruptures...

Schizophrenic

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Anger Is such a pointless emotion Yet it consumes me Anger at voices nattering away, of silent words and silent urges. Tyrants in their kingdom Fighting off the plague I am alone, And surrounded, by war. Both sides fighting a constant battle, One heart...

Enigma of Love

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Frozen eyes and scattered lips, that’s all left in your portrait. Unzipped wounds of cruelty are stained by scarlet white. Fragments of linen hold up a fragrance which pierces my nose.  In your eyes, I am seeing me, placid, But mine turns out to be empty. You, the...