Beyond the skin and bones, We are all a fragile shell - The daggers that life throws, I used to be where they fell - Many things would ensue then: Perfume bottles flew off shelves, Tears from my slit eyelids, The first angel from heaven Into a very dark pit, Rain from the sky on my Uncovered head, Pieces off his table The masses of doubts they fed, When the last drop had done falling,...
He came from the green sea water Out on the shore to mourn her To feel the tears running down his face As if she touched him with her grace To draw his attention to the setting sun As it descends into the place he’s come from To see how the darkness consumes the land What chance did she ever stand? He paced the beach for seven days Sorrow creeping up in snow white waves Until the moon...
These words are so dark, I wish I could write in white light - These lines are so sharp, Blood has been spilled tonight. These verses are so confusing, Minds have slipped away to the void. The poem is sometimes bruising, Like a razor I can’t seem to avoid.
I purge myself, For many times I was the dirt - Shame I never soiled your shirt, The way you did my spirit. Now my ego throbs Like a cyst about to burst - I will lap it all up in sobs To quench my forgiveness thirst. The pain follows me In my unnaturally dark shadow - Only you and I can see My soul deep thrown. I want to purge myself, Hit you with the bitterness I feel - Bite you till...
A Foreigner At Home
I moved into this place, its natives heard - Of their growing displeasure, I soon learnt. ‘Where are you from?’ demanded the herd, “My brothers,” I said, “I’m a native of earth.” They say I crossed many borders, it isn’t true, None exist in this world, but ones of an attitude; That says this land belongs to them alone, and Because they live there, I can’t call it a home. But, no animal has...
Death is a shameless paradox As lives are stolen into a silent forever - The thief itself never leaves the minds Of those who are still spared that fate And grieve their loss at the tomb of memory. It’s as if the weeping eye knows that It will never again behold your face, So the mind picks memories from a hat With a sad hopefulness, it tries to compensate - I won’t even try to argue...
Blue eyes and brown hair You think you know me, forgetting I did not choose these myself. I climb up a staircase, But it does not elevate My sunken spirit. I walk across London, Yet I am not farther from The sorrows I long to leave. I step inside through the door, But I have never felt An outsider more. See, the world is deceptive So how come what I’ve written here is true?
You and I must think ourselves dramatic And the never-seen-before kind of tragic In our own vile spoils we so delight and Claim to hear the whispers of the night A convenient creation of our bored mind Out of egoistic desire to be spoken to Create our own heaven and hell we do And the God and the Devils, too We pull their strings, we decide who Is making our time here yellow or blue My...
Someone once told me
Someone once told me that The grass was much greener On the other side But baby they lied With heaven on their mind I once told somebody that Happiness was worth nothing On that other side For which they long to die But baby not you and I But baby not you and I
Before the Night
Here I stood in the all revealing moonlight Somewhere in between my dreams and yours The nightingale sings, she knows no closed doors I listen in envy, my soul heartily applauds Where were we love, in what castle of clouds? Why is English not enough to share our heart’s doubts? You’re like the drops of the morning dew In the red mouth of the rose, but far too few And far in between,...
I was hung-up, drying out under the summer sun, In a way only he, with a shiny forehead, could understand. My dripping tears gave freckles to the smooth sand - He’d laugh a lot, at my strange metaphors for everything. But I couldn’t help it; the whole world was a face. The sea was like a great eyes always looking up the sky – Like my man trying to see his shiny forehead, It kept gazing at...
A Wish Upon A Moon
She turned to the moon Wanting to be that full - Wanting to be the only Body in her sky - In her bed. There was envy for it It meant ‘love’ without words, She exhausted the dictionary, How did he fail to comprehend? She’ll try them in another order. There was a clearness in it Among all the bleaker stars - She was one of many Teary eyes and broken hearts, Fading still in the...
Happy Birthday Mama
Happy birthday Mama, your eyes forever green Your lips forever full, the greatest February rose - You lace the world with purest loves sheen, Your arms be the strongest fortress when wind blows. Oh Mama, my beloved February rose, the frost of years Has gently touched your hair, lines of wisdom frame your eyes - If there be the God that you whisper to, may he burn your fears And bring to you the...
Into The Blue
You gaze into the blue, horizons far away Into the black of my iris, into the stars That you lit there, unafraid of the flame Without a clue what currents carried me here, Not knowing what demons I buried there – Unaware of the empty cup that teased my lips, Of the code with which I decipher silence - The paragraphs I have written of things unsaid, The lives I have lived to the full as the...
Let Us All Be Blind
Let us all be blind to colour And only see it when when a fellow Brother or sister is being discriminated Because of it. Let us all be blind to gender And only see it when a fellow Brother or sister is treated different Because of it. Let us all be blind to sexuality And only see it when a fellow Brother or sister are being shamed Because of it. Let us tear out the eyes of prejudice. Let us...
This isn't a poem, don't be mad, now...
Hi, guys, I hope all is well with you. I hope nobody minds that I share my new project with you - I’m blogging and doing all kinds of online stuff for this cheap n’ chic brand Fashion Temple, so if anyone would like to visit the Tumblr blog or even better, like the Facebook page, it would be great! Anyway, more poetry coming up soon =) Lots of love!
Where is the love, is it in our heads Between the folds of our off white brain - Is it in the chemicals going off Like atomic fireworks in the rain Where is the love, is it in our flesh Is it in the blood that carries it to my head The echo of every single beat of my heart Whispering to the world: ‘This is what we are’ Where is the love, when you strip us away Is it in the air, is it in...
Ain't It Pretty
Ain’t it pretty All the twinkling lights in abandoned city Like the last exhibit of God’s dying pity Ain’t it pretty How the snowflakes are falling all alone Turning to teardrops at the ground below Ain’t it pretty How the fire’s stirring underneath our feet Take care, my darling, you must take heed Ain’t it pretty Life asks none, it gives all then takes from thee And tomorrow, is at...
Don’t try to become a better fighter By waging a war on yourself But do learn to be a better lover By learning to love yourself
I've Spent My Dark Days
The off taste of the end of the cigarette Lingers on my dried lips. I remember The awkward creek in my counselors chair. It came week after week. The wandering of streets in the night, So scared. Of the dangers of the night Or of just being with myself. I didn’t know. Sipping tequila with insomnia. She can drink. I’d drift off to sleep, but she would wake me Fifteen minutes later. For...
The Turned Down
A frosted face. Like she stood in a place Far colder than here. Her own place. The raven cracks her beak open upon The capital letter of what she spoke: ‘No.’ The whole world full of denials, Bulimic from them. The assertion Becomes some dreams’ doomsday, For the love that divides and divides Itself in the corners of neurons, A swift abortion. Or a miscarriage. He cherished her face...
The face painted to China doll perfection, A date, the eyes beaming with affection - The dress hangs off the shoulders like it lost it all, There’s such sadness in the deep fold of the chiffon. He’s always here to kiss madness into the head, Whisper someone else’s name in the messy bed. But going out where conversation is the charm - He says he’s forgotten, it’s good to have time apart. She...
The Anatomy of God
God does not have eyes with which to see, The all sweeping sea, yet alone the little me. God does not have a mouth with which to speak Up for what’s right, a word of strength for the weak. God does not have arms with which to hold Me together when life begins to take its toll. God does not have a heart with which to feel, Half the hell and quarter of the heaven I felt real. God does not...
Poetry About You Never Ceases
You are my missing piece from the navy sky I ran out of ink when coloring it in You filled that circular blank space – the moon, With the long promised Shakespearean romance From a land far, far away from any tragedy – You ripped up the world without mercy You parted my tectonic lips with your tongue, Then you rebuilt the whole thing with your love, Now, I dare the devil to try and shake it...
Sending off the copyright permission tomorrow - another one of my poems is to be published in April! It’s all very exciting and a huge thanks to everyone who follows me, likes my stuff, reblogs my stuff, writes their own stuff, messages me - you’ve all been and remain a huge driving force in my writing. Your poems always remind me that there are feelings, situations, styles and ways of...
billythekim asked: I'm not a literature kind of guy. I never had a passion for poems until I came across your 'The Love Me' piece. It's hard to describe but I think it touched me somewhere deep. Keep up the great work! I'll be keeping my eyes out for your update! - Billy Kim
Come and Gone
I slip in and out of people’s lives Leaving holes where I once lurked Sometimes they carved pits in me For my tears to fall in, words as knives Sometimes I walked away, disappeared Taking with me more than I deserved - Both had led me to the very bottom Of a glass, alcoholic stench bottle No matter who you are, Nobody is worth much at all there. I would come back begrudgingly, Like the sun...
If there is truth in what you said If there is heart in what you did Dear I will try to find it In me to forgive If there is me in your thoughts If fair were the battles you fought If there is passion in your voice raised Dear I will try to love you again
This is unappealing as the yesterday’s snow gone grey, Camouflaging the gravestones in his quiet yard - Where bones long forgotten lay, and him Where he died with the secrets of my past. Ironic then, how white ice falls as if the powder That whirlwinded us above to meet the Gods - They expected him, we turned the hands of the clock Forward, we hallucinated it all out, we went against the...
Scarcely buried under the net of the clover roots Our chain of daisies withers in the ground: A pinch was carried by the wind from your yard, Some crawled out here from the thawed riverbed, Some for centuries have been resting around. On the humped hill, half-cast by the clover trees, The memory sparks and I see our love alight - Here it forever burns, whilst only my heart sees, What lies...
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The Love Me
Love me. Such is my condition: A robin in deep winter, Searching for a hole In your bark, For an embrace Among your branches A place of warmth where My crimson breast can linger Love, me. The last line of the letter I wrote to you: a farewell Left on your desk with a Crescent coffee stain on it Where I put the cup To hold the note still Like I failed to hold you Those words lie in...
Insides of my eyelids, in which darkness reinvents itself - A waltz of colours, shapes, constantly overcome. My thoughts originate here, and my love, in a flux. They are all shapeless. I tear my eyes open, the light screams at me. A four walled space, occupied and still. Yet I relate myself to the outer objects. The one I like, this one I hate, this one I… I… I… I am everything, the flowers...
seeyouinjune asked: Yeah so I'll probably be spending quite some time reading a bunch of your poems... they're all so beautiful. -Kerri
I am capable of loving so passionately, Break me and I will be over Your every word that ever left Your lips like a rash that you Will never succeed in scratching away But you’ll be clawing away anyway Through the soft flesh I used to kiss Till the skin is rolled back up And there is my name in Your blood, your bones, your piss - Your soul, the blackness in your winks, My name, to you,...
Inevitably In Love
My bed embraces us, like the petal its bees, The sun has hidden to contemplate its deeds; The world falls to shadow, as inevitably as I for thee - Prepared to dream of half the wonders you make real for me: Our blossoming love, your heart is spring untouched by time, Where pigeons serenade, the grass is greenest by your side The wind whispers of you to the enamored stars in the sky Which...
Cocktail of Sin
I soak in the bathtub A cocktail of sin With the glass of wine Already in the water I drink it through my skin My naked skin I stir – the water moves – Lapsing in waves like it did once On the shores of Puerto Rico Waves snatching at our ankles Trying to draw us in, away - From our shallow romances I snuggle to the base of the tub - The water grows crimson from The Château Grand Jean and...
For every drop that leaves the sky, Departing its dirty blue blanket, Hitting the earth like a peck on the cheek: I will love you more. For every wind that strays through the field, Gently stroking the tall necks of wheat, I swear for every stem that gets moved, A little more I’ll be in love with you. Every breath that departs the lungs of earth, Of every living being, flower to a bird - ...
I Wait For You
I wait for you, like they wait for messiahs In their temples, I breathe in my room - You too will arrive from heaven, In a golden carriage tugged by mystical beasts - That comes to this world in the disguise of a bus. You are too perfect to be from the world I know. I wait for you, keeping my heart pressed tightly Against my deep ridged spine, till it hurts more That it does when I am...
The Missing Evidence
I smashed my palms together, side by side, Bruising my hands trying to get them tight Enough to hold the tears dripping from my eyes, That some day I may show you, how much I cried How nothing in the world is free, this was the price I paid not once, God, not even twice – I lost count of the sheep in my sleep, They mar the cracks of my mind now, howling Like wolves, they’ve shed their...
The most perfect ring in the universe Is the ringlet in your hair, and I Will never quit running my fingers through it.
I do not fear faces staring away from me, Necks swaying either side trying to shake me Off like a puppet with snapped strings, Like a rebel choir member, who uncalled for sings. No, I do not fear being the fail of the show, No standing ovation for they are weak in their knees, For that is where my words and actions hit them. I do not fear the laughing absentees, I do not fear the shedding...
Not Blowing In The Wind
You are my rock, I wrap my thoughts around you As if they were a rope to hold my mind still - Not blowing like a plastic bag in life’s wind Up and down, in the stars among tear drops Of the weeping hearts, they seep right through - I think of you even harder, tighten that grip And hope my line of sanity doesn’t rip Release me in the air, the night howls in despair Whilst there is you,...
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pleaseread-love-myego: Let me in your thoughts. Go on. You know you want to. Scroll the pages of heartache all you like - This one will stick most. This poem that is almost too aware. This poem that is all pretension and no pretension. This almost pointless poem! This poem… A product of poetry. Ah! Such a…
The streets are soaked in sadness
pleaseread-love-myego: The streets are soaked in sadness. day, dark, dry, damp - all the same. Happiness is like a sponge I guess, though too easily filled. Then the rain comes. Ah, the rain. English people complain about you, precious rain. But do they emmigrate? Do they hell! It’d be too hot there.
If the wind came and swept up your hair Into a mountain, with flowers scarce - Leave only the Gods then Trampling on your head, It’s a shame then, darling, That no wind bares such strength. If the sun burnt through to your heart, Set it aflame, with passions wild - A field where all are permitted to grow, Watered by your compassionate tears - It’s a tragedy then, darling, That no sun...
behindtheguns asked: Oh, sweet Jesus. This: "I catch a single snowflake in my hand. Crush it.Why shall I strain to see how beautiful it is?Let it strain for me. It disappears in my hand. Like I did to you." I love it so much. I've always thought that things can't be expressed to the full extent using words, but this is just insane. I got a burst of emotion reading it, when I don't even know...
canadianwannabe asked: In aboslute awe with your poetry. i hope you don't mind me asking what you meant by "A promise, means the world, though made of words Is an armor against lusts sharpest swords." more specifically the "is an armor against lusts sharpest swords." would love to hear your input on it!
A heartfelt thanks to the Editor who featured my poem ‘A Disappearance’. Always makes my day!
I fell through the trap door. I disappeared. Silence plagues the walls now, not I. Furnishing the shadows with my lullabies, But they never sleep. I catch a single snowflake in my hand. Crush it. Why shall I strain to see how beautiful it is? Let it strain for me. It disappears in my hand. Like I did to you. That’s not a vicious circle, it’s the moon. The symbol of romance, but forever...