Monday 24 November 2014
December
Tuesday 18 November 2014
Time is all we don't have.
Wednesday 22 October 2014
The Green Monster
From behind.
And grabbed on, held on,
No slight.
"Harmless", they thought.
The monster smiled.
And readied itself,
For another strike.
They floated ahead,
The tentacle forgotten.
Repressed, Restrained,
Uselessly begotten.
In a world golden,
Red and untroubled.
A sudden flash of green
Unknown, on the surface bubbled.
Desire, want, unprecedented.
Ill, sick, unholy.
Gushing through every vein
Tentacles tightening, unduly.
Securing its grip,
Digging deep.
Right till the soul
The green essence seeps.
Suffocating, smothering
The tendrils, the fumes unbidden.
Feeding on their own fears
Both unknown, and those hidden.
Slowly, engulfing their whole,
No means of escape, no rationale.
The green monster emerges,
And all else fails.
Tuesday 21 October 2014
Why do we hide, Bruce?
Friday 17 October 2014
Why am I scared?
Thursday 11 September 2014
Frozen
Do you see the moonlight?
Do you see it the way I do?
I can show you.
I think I can.
Will it be the same for you?
I am terrified.
I am scared to love you.
Do you know?
This panic?
Do you?
You are the perfect lullaby.
For a forever wakeful me.
I worry I won't awake
From this dream
You make me see.
Could I show to you,
The indubitable me?
Oddly, unrecognizable.
But in case you do,
Would you set me free?
Nothing lasts forever, I know.
But this moment,
You could make.
Hold my hand, kiss my mouth,
Evermore, may we be frozen.
Sunday 31 August 2014
You
To reflect everything I bestow upon you
In the dark.
You are my mirror.
Letting the real me show up,
Hiding no flaw nor a mark.
You aren't the wind,
That blows me away,
Or makes it difficult to stand.
You are the breeze
That does me cool keep,
And plays with looser hair strands.
You aren't a dream,
That is gone once seen.
Or right there, and not in my hand.
You are the truth,
Though surreal and crude,
Unbelievable and beautifully unplanned.
You aren't a place
That I go to to hide,
Where someone me might follow.
You are this journey,
That is us, that is me,
And mine, today and tomorrow.
Thursday 7 August 2014
The Ship
A twilight then rang.
They trusted in the winds
And downed rains unplanned
A lust for treasures known
And never truly had.
A darkness they misused
Disguised and hid their tracks.
They moved through the waters
Slowly and with vigour
Cautiously placed each finger
Mayhem silent and thicker.
The wind took them in its hand
And decided to play a game.
They held on for the love of God.
Distinctly kept calling out His name.
The mist now fogs the view.
Direction and time,both lost out.
They wait and wait to strike again.
There blows just a tiny seed of doubt.
Tuesday 15 July 2014
Testosterone
She held out her hand straight up in front of herself, and said, without moving her eyes, “See? It doesn’t shake.” Typical drunk woman. “That does not imply that you are not drunk!” I looked at her, top to bottom. She is dressed like your average working girl. A loosely buttoned pink shirt, a golden pendant on her slender neck, slightly lumpy mascara, and eye lids that would not (could not?) stay up. Her eyes are striking, no doubt. Even in that inebriated state, her green eyes looked like they were full of dreams. I say ‘even’, because I have seen her working right next to me every day. And she looks like she is made up of dreams even then.
She picked up her beer mug and took a couple of sips. How the hell did I get dragged into this? I don’t even drink! All I wanted to do was sleep, when she asked me to join her to her friend’s party. Stupid fucking testosterone. I said yes in a micro second, didn’t I? Why am I getting so agitated? Well of course I would be on the edge. My ‘date’ had been busy socializing the whole night, while I sat in the corner, waiting. Okay, she just waved at my face. There she goes again, flitting like a butterfly. A pink, gorgeous butterfly, that just wouldn’t come to this scentless flower that is me. Wow, I am thinking like a hopeless romantic. Or just a fool. Or both. Does one come without being the other? Perfect time for reflecting on these things, Mario. Just, fucking, perfect.
Even if she did come here to talk to me, what would I say to her? I have already exhausted the list of things I jot down every morning to talk to her about in the office. That morning habit had helped me talk to her for quite a few weeks. It worked. Then why the hell didn’t I think of things to talk about in a party? No wonder she wasn’t sitting here with a speechless, topicless me. She was laughing over some silly thing her girl friend said. Why did she even ask me to come here? Must have been out of courtesy. I was sitting right next to her while she was making plans. Heck, she was talking to me when the call came. Should have realized it then itself. But, no. Testosterone clouding. Did I just roll my eyes on myself? Way to go, Mario. Oh God, they saw that. Now they are laughing at me. Brilliant. I am sitting here, waiting for her, and she is laughing at me with her friends. Perfect.
Wait. Why am I waiting? This is stupid. I should just walk up to her and ask her what she wants from me. Look at her standing there, shining like a star, and illuminating the room with that smile. Ass, get off the chair. Legs, take me to her. Don’t shake. Okay. 10 steps done. 4 more to take. Wait, what I am going to say to her? Too late. Too close to back out now. Ah! Sweat glands, stop secreting! Voice, Voice?! Where are you?! “Kristie, I need to talk to you. Could I borrow you for a moment?” That sounded normal. Almost. I think. Not. She smiled. Oh, that glorious smile.
Okay. Now, where do we go? Garden. Open. If things go south, I can run directly to the gate. Good plan, Mario. It’s not like you work together. Genius. She brushed her hand against mine, that’s thrice now. Or is she just tipsy? I should probably hold her. Hand, slowly, slowly go around her waist. Okay, not too tight. It’s alright. Wow. It’s like holding porcelain. The moon is magnificent tonight. Wasn’t it a full moon 2 days ago? “What did you want to talk about, Mario?” Okay. She just put her head on my shoulder. Boy, she must be tipsy. “Uh, nothing, really. I just wanted to get you away from there.” Okay, now she is looking at me. Must say something. Eyes. Her eyes. “I… wanted to be alone with you. That’s not a problem, is it?” She’s smiling. Phew! Wait, it’s just a half smile. “Are you okay? You’ve had quite a bit to drink.” Okay. Now, no smile. What is wrong with you, Mario? Now she is turning red with anger! Oh God. Why can’t I just keep my stupid mouth shut? “I am not drunk, Mario. I think my drinking has pissed you off. I can’t help that, Mario. This is who I am. I know my threshold.” “Your drinking? No, that’s not the thing. Kristie, you are a grown woman. You are the most amazing woman I know. And I love that you are who you are. I mean, you are practically perfect! Hell, I don’t care what you do if it makes you happy. I would pluck you those magnolias you admire every day, if I could put my hands through those wires. I would buy you those helium balloons you like to set loose, because watching them float away makes you smile. I would take you to a Madrid match, and watch it with you, if you just tell me you want to. Kristie, anything that makes you smile is fine by me. As long as I am there to see you smile. I want to make you smile. But, you. You have been spending time with everyone except me. Why did you call me here in the first place if you just wanted to talk to others?” She is squinting at me. That’s never a good sign. “I am talking to others cause you aren’t talking to me. I asked you to come here, cause I wanted my friends to meet you. I asked you to come because you never ask me out yourself.”
Okay. It’s been 45 seconds. I should say something. Eyes, stop blinking like a fool. Mouth, stop being so dry! Body, listen to me. Brain, do something! No, no, no. Not you, heart. Brain. Brain! Mission abort! Head, stop. Neck, don’t bend. Testosterone, abort! Lips, stop! Too late. Oh God. This must be heaven. How can someone’s lips be this soft? It’s like touching satin. Like, cherry satin. Why is it dark? Oh, eyes, you have defied me too, eh? Closed without a warning. Now how will I prepare myself for the slap that awaits me? I should probably be ready. 3…2…Wait. Her hand is here. But, it’s not crisp or fast. It’s just touching me face. Her lips moved. Not away. Oh, Lord. Oh, sweet, beautiful Lord of cherry satin and vanilla.
Thank you, Testosterone.
Monday 14 July 2014
Everything.
Tuesday 24 June 2014
Who am I?
A beauty unforeseen.
Despair that breaks my heart,
And yet you make it beat.
Why did I find you last?
I'd never have let you bleed.
Who am I, who am I
To hurt him?
You are mine, you are mine,
But you loved him.
Say you're fine, say you're fine,
Oh, I'll make him pay.
'nother love, another love,
In another time.
Rub him out, cut him out
Out of our minds.
Make it stop, make it stop.
Let's let the light in.
The innocence of your heart.
I will keep it safe.
The demons of your past.
I'll give all it takes
In the light and dark,
There will always be faith.
Who am I, who am I
To save you?
All that's mine, all that's mine
Is because of you
You're my light, you're my light
On the darkest day.
Take my arm, take my arm
And, I'll hold you.
Know it dear, know it dear,
That I love you
Through the peace, through the storm,
Will never let you go.
Thursday 12 June 2014
Forgive me.
Tuesday 10 June 2014
Hozier- Take me to Church EP- Review.
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good god, let me give you my life’
However scary,
About that night,
The bugs and the dirt
Why were you digging?
What did you bury,
Before those hands pulled me
From the earth?
I will not ask you where you came from,
I will not ask you and neither should you.’
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene,
With her straw-blonde hair, her arms hard and lean,
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene.’
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
Blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.’
Tuesday 20 May 2014
What if?
Were just teardrops that we've shed?
What if every dust storm
Was an embodiment of those in our heads?
What if every thunder
Was the echo of one's private laugh.
What if every solar flare
Was born of an angry spark?
What if every breeze
Was just a whisper shared?
What if every new moon
Was, of all the first kisses, made?
What if our smiles
Were what powered the Sun?
What if all the stars
Were heroes that went unsung?
What if every 'once upon a time'
Started a new epoch?
What if every inferno
Was fueled by screeching amok?
What if every dark thought
Resulted in a new dead leaf?
What if every hail that struck
Was made of heartache and grief?
What if every baby's cry
Was what birthed each lightning?
What if the chafing of a worker's hands
Engendered the marks on moon's skin?
What if every whirlpool
Was because of a dancer that twirled?
What,then, if even a single thought
Could change the way of the world?
Friday 16 May 2014
They Said.
Sunday 27 April 2014
She was scared.
Monday 21 April 2014
Repercussions
It won't.
Normal is nothing as it used to be.
Alice
Tumbling down the rabbit hole
A new Alice enroute her wonderland
Drenched in the starlight of lust and woes.
As she walks along the catacombs.
Another ditch, another fall;
And once again, amongst the stones.
So petite- against a world gigantic
No amount of potions let her forget the world
No sense of the words, of phrases, or semantics.
Of her own creation, of her tears.
Among the lonely creatures, she'd never looked at twice,
She found solace, she is priced.
When you let go, when you surrender
And that the madness in running and sciamachy
Is the cure for every doubt she did ever encumber.
She figured she could never keep down her head,
Cause while everything else was transient and sublime,
She was what she always had in the end.
Trying to climb out of her self made paracosm,
Hurt, and bleeding, and lost in translation,
She continues to shine, she continues to blossom.
Friday 28 March 2014
And, then?
Thursday 13 March 2014
I wish.
But I do.I Always do.
Make a beautiful memory.
Or steal a couple from you.
It's always those I cherish the most.
Is this fate? I wouldn't know.
Are memories made so one day we forget?
Like fireflies-Incomplete and aglow.
It wasn't just a wintry night,
It wasn't a confession nor acceptance of defeat,
At the hands of this world, this big bad world,
In which we live, of which we breathe.
There are some days I reminisce,
There are sometimes I wish I'd known.
That like flames of fire, that glaze and die,
Out of my head memories'll be thrown.
I try to memorize, every cut and every line,
When there is nothing else, this is on my mind.
While I may believe, there is life to live,
My mind is in the past, searching, writhing.
Sunday 12 January 2014
There was a time
There was a time
When I didnt care.
When I was yours,
And you were my air.
There was a time
When time would stop
At the blink of your eye
A million stars would applaud.
There was a time
When it would be sufficient
To just see your face
After a life time of abscission.
There was a time
When it killed a part of me
To see you with him.
Or see him bring you glee.
There was a time
When I would pray for days
For a moment alone,
For a stolen second to over come the fraise.
There was a time
When I could run away,
Away, with you.
Without a word, or communique.
There was a time,
I could forgive and forget
Everything you did,
And be happy with your silhouette
There was a time,
And there is a time now,
When I have let go,
I have given up, and how.
There was a time,
When I was happy with the ciphers
When I was blind enough,
To think that "we" were worth dying for.
There was a time,
And that time is over,
Now I see you for you,
No longer watch over my shoulder
There was a time,
When I was all yours
But it hurt too much,
To always be on all fours.
There was a time,
When I didn't mind
That I was razingly yours,
But you were never really mine.
There was a time,
A time long ago gone,
Then broken, I am now complete,
By myself, on my own.