Sleep, dear human

young flesh, older dust of stars dark, open wounds and glimmering scars. a plexus of eccentricities normalized with words, breaths escaping, counting backwards- You, dear human; the shallow of your cheek, the depth of your deep, collapse tonight in a listless sleep. catch your breath, as you fall in your head, when you're alive in the…

Heavens, I can’t believe.

As a girl with sparkles as bright as stars and secrets as dark as black holes, I had devoured on wonder and intrigue. I fed my insatiable appetite for the Science of Being and the Science of Becoming with the words you spoke from the depths of your own universe of awe. You inspired me…

dead applause

"All the world's a stage" when the curtains fall and light has been applauded for its lies darkness plays it's part again the musty smell of the theater shut to muse itself the velvet of curtains sunken stillness applause echoing in silence broken by the creaking of an exhaust fan all cry for sin to play…

Deeper than the night

They sat side by side. The monochrome from the garden lamp cast two shadows on the ground- their contours only inches away from just brushing past each other. Their figures were settled so comfortably against the background that it seemed as if the cold night had awaited their warm smiles for long. They smiled; eyes…

I take a chance

I just take the chance of finding solace that I can talk to people even when they can't hear. I can talk when they're miles away. I can talk when they do not live. And my words don't feel like a waste of breath. . I am the guardian of my own thoughts when I don't…

still hours to the light

gravity of thought, pulling divinity. trailing emotion, sinking serenity. fluff of exhaustion, feathery fuss,  snuff of seduction, enthralling buss.  like breathing is the awe  in sleep, a softly slipping whisper to keep. oblivion transcending, grieving, yet mending,  soothing waves, capriciously calmed. pain, still pending, over doom impending,  suffering lulled, and death embalmed. so sleep sweet, oh, lover of…

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…

3 day quote challenge- #day 1

Thanks Teena, for nominating me for this challenge. 🙂 Well, I've always clearly struggled to pick up quotes, because I have so so so many I could share. The quote for today: "A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic." -Joseph Stalin (This one occured to me only yesterday... as a reflection…

Anchor my breath…

lace through my fingers feel my skin with tips of yours trace the marks of broken skin where my demons sin soothe their craving textures decipher the carvings of my heart fall a little slip some and grasp me lightly wrap your love around my wrist and anchor my breath with the light in your eyes…