JungleI am lost in my own murky mind,
a thick and balmy jungle teeming
with tiny parasites. I find
myself confined without
a compass, nor a sun beaming
its guiding light on me. I doubt
I will find my way, but still
I cut the overreaching
branches -- alien hands poised to scratch and kill
with sticky leaves dripping venom and bile --
clearing a path, to where I don't know...
The fog is dense and the vile
stench of dung worsens with rain.
I stumble in a puddle and notice
the moon's reflection, disappearing again
as the darkening clouds meet the mist.
A silence blankets everything
and muffles my cries, numbs my clenched fists.
I am trapped in my own murky mind,
a thick and balmy jungle with no exit.
there is no tomorrow - revisedthere is no tomorrow - revised12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The blurred horizon leaves
no room for the moon,
and your smoke blends softly with the fog
as your cool fingertips blindly
search for my lips,
my red lipstick.
My blurred mouth searching
(eaten by the mist)
only coming up with a kiss.
the rustling leaves,
the wailing wind and flapping wings
of crows all mesh in my head:
a soft dissonance.
my face swarms in warm confusion
but i reach for your neck,
absorb the musc,
dream of present clouds,
and forget tomorrow is waiting.
saturated-saturated11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my lashes have grown lavender,
turning them to rain, a fragrance
that permeates daydreams and
inseams, creeping up the spine
to burst in veils of verbena,
storms for eyes clouded with
and so your skin has been showered,
seduced by our darkly familiar
aromas and licked by flames
from fickle candles, wax as
flaxen hair clinging to curves
moist, and humid words hung with
artificial-artificial11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what he said was
stuffed, a grenadine grenade
lobbed rotten from a vintage
vantage point grassily guarded.
what a dud
she tuned it out to be plucked
in orchestrated poise, noise
scattering dusty note motes
moistened by a mediocre mouth
and weighed i, waiting between
each line for a reading sign.
say you were but mildly, amused
by this idly confused mentality
shredding adjectives feeling
their poorly poured, shrapnel
sleeping shunted shielding he
seemed elite brushing knees from
the fledging needs of a neophyte.
what he said was
empty vaguely, vain and temptingly
taught her some things are foolishly
sought and squandered, while most
praise is easily garnered.
-- Paint Me ---- Paint Me --11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Paint me with divine narration, softly
stroking half-moon lines.
Likeness etched on seraph's canvas, colour
bleeding soul's designs.
Images immortalising, render
me your Venus, lush.
Atop velvet pallet, lure me, with a
Poet's fervent brush.
Yesterday.You used to show me yourYesterday.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
skeleton, the secrets inside
of you, your marrow. You
run, you shut your eyes, now.
You shut your eyes at the color
of the flowers, the leaves, everything
is orange. I am gathering
acorns. I am wearing your mask.