Silken lies that cloak my mind Enveloping pits of flaws and soaking sighs Are drenched again In this fluid sadness Are quenched again with strewn madness Silken words that wrap my heart Falter again and fall apart Leaving me as a sum of memories Lying loose upon collapsing theories. Beliefs and reason bore through the…
Wasted words
For phrases plundered, when a poet cries, silences swathe in surfieted sighs, Percolating pain in paper's price, these wasted words, would never suffice.
Stardust,sadness, feeble thoughts.
There was a time when looking at the sky made me feel like a part of something huge and beautiful... I felt nice about myself, that I'm built of stardust and love. But sometimes now when I look up...these thoughts elude me like the stars. And I feel in me a sadness so deep, so ancient and unexplainable, that…
Conceited Existence
On shingle of sadness, over stones thrown in idle thought, cascading, rippling over a seaful of memories... Over surfeited surfaces, smoothed of flaws, soothed from flaws... I searched... I searched for grafts fashioned from wordy pretense, for reasons to device new reasons for sinful conceited existence. And wondered, are there any?
Cold floor, colder feelings, smoke and more
you know what's beautiful? when i sit on cold floor, and even colder feelings inside of me... and i know, that finally i'm home alone and i can afford to release. But somehow, i cannot because there is always a hesitation that chokes back sobs and words alike... either arising because i sit there not…
Split : part 2
What a helpless cringing excuse for a person. How did you manage to become this, girl?How did you manage this drastic change of head and heart? Or was it already happening, so slow and small that I could hardly notice? *sigh* Give me a bit of a disclaimer before you do this next. Teach me…
Cry Away (but wait for the night)
........ That one gentle breeze, felt hardly by skin too trained, for reality. . Doesn't blow you away, but makes a way, for dreamy light to touch your gaze. . Doesn't speak to you, but seems to say, "Stay up this night let the tears surface." . When dreams don't seem enough to fill hollows…
Tearing through…
When the heart is worn, of being apart, of being alone. . When an ache is born, in the vacant voids, and the echoing noise. . When the love is torn, like angry flesh, that bled. like those letters, I misread. . It comes tearing through . The suppression, The restrictions, The constriction, The confessions.…
An Abyss of flaws 