Sunday, November 30, 2014

paper

She wished she was a
Paper square
So that she could be
Folded a thousand times
And turn into a
Paper crane
And fly away
From this paper town

Friday, November 28, 2014

Don't

Tell it,
Don't
Sell it

Believe,
Don't
Preach

Blink,
Don't
Sink

Climb,
Don't
Dive

Live,
Don't
Wish

Ponder,
Don't
Wonder


Thursday, November 27, 2014

She cried herself to sleep...

She cried herself to sleep that night
because everything she touched
turned into dust
and she was a mere reflection
of what she used to be
and she feared her fears
would get the better of her

She cried herself to sleep that night
because the stove was out of gas
the medicine cabinet had no pills
the blades were too blunt, not sharp enough
and the words no longer
bled out of her,
taking her pain with them

She cried herself to sleep that night
because doubt overwhelmed her
and she realized she was nothing
but a faint whisper no one heard
a dull ache no one felt
an existence no one knew of
a presence no one would miss

She cried herself to sleep that night
because it was easier than dying
it was easier than staying awake
and being deafened by the voices
in her head

She cried herself to sleep that night
because all she could see in the mirror
was the reflection of an ugly life
and this ugly girl stared at her
when she looked out of the window
on that quiet night

She cried herself to sleep that night
because that was all she could do
in this helpless world
she couldn't scream for help
or run away
all she could do was
the one thing that warmed her face
made her heart ache
and so,

She cried herself to sleep that night.

Love-dealer

He was a love dealer
Offering an ounce or gram
Of love
In exchange for payment
It didn't matter
Who his customers
Were
Male, female,
Fair or dark
Hell,
He would sell
Love to a murderer
If he was willing to
Pay the price

And the price?
Easy payment
It didn't cost more
Than
An apology where needed
Forgiveness to a mistake-maker
A smile for the unhappy
Hug for the cold
Kindness to the hurt
Listening-ear to storytellers
Loyalty to loved ones
Love,
If possible

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Today and tomorrow

There is a time between
Today and tomorrow
Before PM becomes AM
When the skies lose darkness
As if the gods have tired of
Night time and decided to
Light a candle in the heavens
It is in this time
Between today and tomorrow
That tired souls
Toss and turn in
Restless sleep
And the busy, the sad, the lonely
Let the clocks tick
Losing themselves in
A time that isn’t real
A time that doesn’t belong
In this world
And then
Words lose meaning
Color loses intensity
Vision loses sharpness

There is a time between
Today and tomorrow
When stories spill forth
Secrets stop being secrets
Lies are replaced with truth
Feelings are naked and raw
Hearts beat fast and loud
And bodies touch,
Minds bond
Lives join

she reblogged...

She reblogged
Posts that reminded
Her of him
The way he spoke
To her
The way he spoke
To other people
The way he smiled
Lit a cigarette
Exhaled blue-gray smoke
The way he looked
Into her eyes
The words he wrote
The words he said
The words he read
The words he loved
His long fingers
Long hair
Jet black
His voice
How it seemed to echo
Fill in the silence
After he spoke
His eyes
The world they looked at
Everything about him,
His likes, dislikes
Habits
Him…

Monday, November 24, 2014

You, and I



               I am a mere
               Kid
               Who still believes
               Rather foolishly
               In love and
               Romance
               I deny it
               Reject it
               But I want
               Handholding
               Soft kisses
               Gifts
               Surprises
               Affection
               Love, too
               A goodnight message
               To remind me that
               I was your last thought
               That day
               I want to
               Learn about your
               Likes, dislikes
               Favorites
               I want to know
               You
               The most
               Insignificant
               Details
You have known              
Heartbreak              
Like I haven't              
You are              
More              
Practical              
Than              
Romantic              
You see no              
Reason              
To make purchase              
Unless occasion              
Is special              
You want              
Dates              
With no words              
Stories              
Shared              
But kisses              
And groping              
Love-making              
Without love              
You want              
Me              
Behind closed doors              
Where handholding              
Whispering              
Sweet nothings are              
No more              
Than foreplay              
Even though we
Claim to be
Together
In 'like' with
Each other
Our definitions
Of what we are
Our expectations
Of what we are
Differ so greatly
               And I feel
               It is best if
               You
               Find
               Someone who
               Won't force
               You to
               Take things slow
               Someone
               Who would
               And
               Who could
               Give you
               What you
               Want
               Where
               Public appearance
               Is rarely,
               If ever,
               Chosen over
               Privacy
               And being alone
               With each other
Meanwhile              
I will              
Cry over              
Unrequited love              
For you never              
Did              
Although              
I, with my whole heart,              
Loved you              
I'll move on              
Find another              
Broken soul              
Like me              
Who would              
Share his story              
With me              
Over a cup of              
Steaming hot              
Tea or coffee              
Who would take me on dates              
To bookstores              
And we would              
Fall in love              
Slowly              
But              
Surely              

Monday, November 17, 2014

promises


she promised she would
wait for him to realize
where his love lay
whom his heart
yearned for the most
for him to
choose wisely
not let lust cloud
his senses and instead
choose love over
touch,
for love making was surely
better than
sex

he made a promise
of undying love
of patience and
kindness
a life shared
union between man and
woman
love
in its simplest and most
innocent form

they made a promise
to each other that
no matter what was thrown
their way
that they wouldn’t
forget the words that
bound them
as man and wife
belonging to each other
not two beings, but one
and that regardless of
the twists and turns
taken in life
that they would remain faithful
and loyal
forever in love
until death pulled them
apart


oh but they failed to see
that promises were for those
too drunk on love to realize that promises
had an expiry date
they were meant to be broken
and that no matter how
promising the promise was
believing in them only
gave one
heartbreak and disappointment
in return

Dreams

Whispers
Told her
To never
Let go of
The dreams
That keep her
Alive in this
Hopeless world
But the whispers
Failed to understand
The dreams she dreamed
Were not tools of
Survival, but a way
To hold on to, not
Life, but memories
Of better days
When the cold
That settled in
Her palms were
Chased away by
The warmth of
His loving touch