poetry

WHEN MY HEART ACHES

ROSE

When my heart aches

and my head tortures me with memories of you

I savor the pain

Knowing that I dared to love genuinely.

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MUTED STRUGGLES

CUP

I AM A STEAMING CUP

AND NO MATTER HOW WARM I FEEL BETWEEN YOUR FINGERS

I BOIL UP FROM A DEEP PLACE OF FROZEN SELF

AND YOU SAVOR THE TASTE OF THE RESULT

OBLIVIOUS OF THE STRUGGLES WITHIN.

I KNOW YOU FANCY THE AROMA IN MY VAPOR

AND THE TORMENT OF FORMS IT IMPRINTS IN YOUR HEAD

FOR YOU WILL HAVE SOMETHING TO MULL OVER WHILE YOU LAY IN BED

STILL TOO BLIND TO REACH OUT TO ME

AND LISTEN TO THESE WORDS OF IMINENT DESPERATION.

I KNOW YOU WILL CAST ME AWAY ONCE THE HEAT DISSIPATES LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO

AND EACH TIME I HOPE YOU DON’T PLACE ME AT THE VERY EDGE OF THAT WOODEN TABLE

AND TURN MY BODY INTO A MYRIAD OF SHARP LITTLE PIECES.

BUT DO NOT FORGET TO COME BACK

YOUALWAYS DO.

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A VERSE THAT LINGERS

STORM

We seize the moment and try to freeze it down

But rage engulfs us like an evil gown

That turns our faces a shade darker than the night of a brewing storm.

As for me it becomes stuck in my head like a worm

Boring, snoring, turning into an endless ring.

And I endure the sting

As if it will save me from invisibility

Or these tortures thoughts of creative inability

For I won’t write with blood oozing off my fingers

And perhaps contribute a verse that lingers.

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GIVE ME BACK MY BREATH

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Give me back my breath

Because i want to live again

Untangle my feet from all these knots of death

For i want to walk out of this pain

Bring me back to the top of my castle

I do not like the view through this foggy pane

Feed me words that nourish my diminishing creative muscle

Because i can feel my energy wane

And when i wade through the dark

You will hear my words reverberate through the woods like a wild dog bark.

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FRAGMENTS OF A BROKEN HEART

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I might pretend

That I have moved on

That I am alright

That there’s still some love left in me

That yours was no true love.

But while I stray deep into an abyss of pretense

My footprints sink deep into the black snow

So it may lead me back to you.

I listen to the sound of my heart crack

In spasms like isolated thunderbolts

Each time I stumble on those love melodies

That injected beauty into our hearts

And the glow of love in your eyes

Still blinds me today.

I don’t know how to fill up this void

I don’t know how to walk without having to hold your hand

I languish in this dream that I can’t wake up from.

You are here today.

You are not here today.

Because time has since stopped.

Destroying our yesterday

And placing tomorrow in uncertainty.

If I wake tomorrow and the clocks chirm back on

I will face the world with renewed vigor

With burning flames of love

But as for now I am curled up

In the fragments of my broken heart.

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MIST AND MOUNTAINS

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The mist gathers in milky clusters

And engulfs the mountains.

The rocks recede beneath the swirling smoke.

The trees stunned by the gentle breeze

Merge with the white of the mist and become one.

The sky descends like glory is assumed to come

And the clouds behold this like a reflection of their own selves

The onlooker listens to the crack of disappointment within

For there’s no more summit to behold

But a harrowingly beguiling sight of mist and mountains.

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DYING DAWN

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Just before the dying of dawn

Tranquil songs of beguiling birds will imbue the air

And the rise of the soulful sun will paint the eastern sky orange.

The beads of dew on grass will forget to roll down the blades

Thus their fractured glitter will leave a sour taste in your mouth

Almost reflecting back the splendour of the mourning morning

While the air, hazy and almost tangible, will massage your skin into passing numbness.

And trees will bow in angst

In respect of the buoyant wind

In an appreciative gesture

For a morning so divine

Yet destined for imminent departure.

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DOSE OF DEPRESSION

painite

The race is tight

The sacrifice a distant dream

The joy a short lived achievement

The success a crystal of Painite

The comfort zone a painful reality

Throwing the world in dire need for a dose of depression

Just to awaken lying lions

To chase away the lingering slumber

To sharpen blunting brains

To cast a shadow of darkness over the elusive target

And throw the throngs into strive.

So I will toss you into the lion’s den

Make your heart turn into a ball of burnt rice

And watch you find your route

And perhaps reinvent the wheel.

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MY HEART SWELLS

ocean

My heart swells in waves like an ocean in rage

And as I wait for the blood to drop I lay bare the white page

Only this way will I be able to open the cage

Walk down the beaten path in hot pursuit of the sage

Who might impart in me words that will let me make the pledge

And cross the road towards the next stage.

 

My heart swells in waves like an ocean in rage

When I envision the love getting better with age

Breaking through all including the gauge

And even when you are still afar, Paige

My heart still swells like the throat of a frog courting love.

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BURNING OUT

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I am burning out

I am getting too weary

And this love is becoming more of a burden

That is pressing me down.

I am burning out

And these voices won’t mute

They speak incessantly

In a hushed tone

They say ‘let go’

But I don’t know how.

I am burning out

My heart is a soaked sponge

My chest is thick with lodged emotion

My bosom is a Jerry can with water half its capacity

And my head a crowded room of loud whispers.

I am burning out

I can feel the heat freeze within me

I can smell victorious defeat coming my way

I can hear my heart crack along love grains

I can taste the sour taste of my tears

I can see the smoke, rising in single rings.

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