the Artist's complexityexplore your soul and your hands will speakthe Artist's complexity4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
phrases will turn laces will burn
don't ask me how to live and learn
the difference? how am i supposed to tell?
between divine oblivion and frustration from hell
I dye my hair and my hair dies everyday
numb nails i paint ripped records i play
i paint my nails for fun, not my canvas.
Why don't you understand? It resembles one irritating, relieving, eternal cough.
The artist's complexity will always be a mystery.
(at least to You - not to Me)
Let's.Shall we draw on our brainsLet's.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
until nothingness remains?
I'd selfishly cross out your beliefs and make me your saviour
Your saint of alcoholic autumn days and non-conformist behaviour
A JourneySuddenly, it seemed like I wasA Journey4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Travelling backwards, one step ahead in time...
Being sucked into a hole in which nouns never rhyme.
Cold cappuccino drips down your lips in black and white slow motion
Numb numbers electrify
the essence of my emotion
Infrared film underlines the hollow echo of your name
Side effects of
- half-impaired with shame
Nausea's taking over, waving in the way
colours have always been:
Cubic clouds of
The GazeI'd like to sit and merely stare at youThe Gaze4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to get acquainted with the little things you do.
Study the careless way you flip your hair,
or how you mumble poetry to vacant air,
tenderly cut a half-ripened tomato in two..
And all the time I'd quietly be loving you.
Right there. Resembling a silver statue in a chair,
I would like to be left alone,
to sit and simply stare.
UntitledWe tried to climb the rainbow to view the world from aboveUntitled5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But your hands lost their grip when they longed back for earthly love.
So now I'm stuck here in the future, chewing on a dream
Raindrops dripping down my body in a never ending stream.
You don't seem to understand the ones that live tomorrow
The sky is thick, the air is thin, the clouds are filled with sorrow.
There's music in our dreams, and in our nightmares too.
When summer comes and wakes me up I will return to you.
What happened nextIt's been a over year since you sat there, with your eyes matching your shirtWhat happened next3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a black watch around your wrist, your name the first two syllables I heard
Together they'd form a presently much-cherished word.
If I had no reason to preserve this, then why do I recall it all?
As my eyes tried to stretch out to every corner of the hall
I'd never have guessed you were slowly starting to fall
For me, a girl with nine lives, all made of pencils and poetry
it took a friend's broken anger to finally make me see
That there might be a half-forgotten chance for me.
The chance was short-lived and quickly ruined, and I never went to see your play
I remember the rings around your fingers, but not the words I hoped you'd say
And the confusion over the conclusion: was that a date or merely a day?
Then I turned around and flew away.
For months the paths of our lives were winding and steep,
so we paved them with Caffeine, Sugar and an Unhealthy Amount Of Sleep
But since they never crossed at the right mom
MathMathematicianMath4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Was at a loss, trying to
Divide love by three.
The WindowWe stood like two statues near the window, your hands carefully holding my waistThe Window4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Raindrops touched the tormented pavement, following those same cracks they always traced
As we watched a cat climbing cars and faces full of misinterpretation
We smiled and read each other's thoughts, our usual way of communication
The back of my pale neck sensed the shadow of your hair
I could imagine us in a million light years, still standing over there
The very moment resembled breathing: natural, eternal and complete
Earth seemed to fade at the horizon and begin right at our feet
Then I slowly turned my head and whispered three questions in your ear
"What are you doing on this human-inhabited planet then, my dear?
Why does time seem to chase us more and more each hour?
And will the cardboard birdhouse survive this heavy shower?"
Fingers entwined, eyes fixed on the watercolour sky,
like a softly shimmering statue near a window -
I listened to your reply.
SkiesI love the sky.Skies4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is always there to haunt us and protect us. The planets which made us who we are
are hardly visible. Instead there's all this
blue, blue, blue,
and black at night.
Black and blue, battered and bruised we will live our lives in the arms of Love.
Sheepish clouds will cross our path and vanish in the distance
And the sky will pour its rain over our heads and there's nothing we can do
but stare at all this b l u e
(and sometimes black)
The green grass tickles our feet, but it seems merely a feeling, a touch,
a touch of summer
-long hazey days when we were wasting our time - - - - - - - in the soft, soft, yellow sunshine,
our minds got blurred a
WarmthI still taste summer on my lips,Warmth4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a sweet liqour of molten
sun, and salty seas,
in fiery pleasure,
to create such
on my tongue.
In the icy claws
of winter's night,
the summer's tonic
holds me tight,
warming my fragile frame
and telling me
it'll be okay.
Gypsies dance beneath
the moonless night,
with whispered tales
of ghostly light,
and lull my tired mind
With a single kiss,