Tag Archives: feelings

Concrete Shoes

I was always terrible at hiding the facts

Trace the letters on your fading palms

Baby, seasons change but bloodstreams don’t

We can’t rewrite the eulogy of the fallen sun

My head contacted the cemented floor

I lost track of my concussions, I lost score

These amber lips beating behind my ribs

Smiling ironically on sapphire tears

I’ve gone for days without any hint of sleep

The ghost of you is counting my sheep

Mornings built on bad nights and brown clay

But I’m not afraid to fall and float away

The meltdown we had was not simply sympathetic

And every flaw was a mordancy melodramatic

The situations to face on clashing conversations

Leading chilly glances and leaving for a “vacation”

But you didn’t have to scream at me when everyone was listening

I’ll forgive but not forget, this concrete rain is so paralysing

I’ve got bricks for shoes, and you were the one who tied the shoelaces

But despite the weight, I won’t sink lower than you, and I’ll finally find peace under the currents.

Leave a comment

Filed under Poetry

tremors

i couldn’t

tell if

it’s from

trepidation

or from

anticipation.

Leave a comment

Filed under Poetry

🌹 Red Rose of the Dead 💀

♪Isabelle♪

I fell in love with this song

It struck me in red and blue

I fell in love with your song

And that made me love you.

~*~

× Under the Ice ×

Such tears that pierced my iris

And took away the neon lights

T’were all reduced to nothings

When along with me you cried.

~*~

≈The Sound of a Ghost≈

How can a voice I’d never heard

From the soul I can never yearn

How can a heart I never learned

Make every note and tone burn?

~*~

¡ In the Bronx ¡

The rage, the anger, shredded in

The suicide song written on skin

The interlude of a flamenco beat

Your agony was always my treat.

~*~

♥ Love Will Surely Bring Me Pain ♥

The very first memory out of many

I can still remember how it told me

Of liquid limerence behind the pain

Intertwining screams, love remains.

~*~

Leave a comment

Filed under Poetry

i’m (not) fine, (no) thank you

I won’t pay for sanity
‘Cause I don’t wanna know
Some things are better left alone
But thanks for your concern and calls!

~*~

when you

ask if i am fine,

i spare you

the effort and time

with a nod

and a placid smile

so you are

assured worthwhile

because i

don’t think you will

have a clue

on what you are

going to do

in the event that

i will say

“no, i am not okay.”

Leave a comment

Filed under Poetry

selfish machines

darling, you

lust never to feel

but with that

tortured soul

of yours,

you tragically

never will

darling, you

crave not to feel

a damn thing

but shame

if you don’t,

’cause I love

the songs you sing.

Leave a comment

Filed under Poetry

Hardened Heart and Spectrum Soul

There’s naught but cosmos braided in thine eyes

Might blossoms doth flourish forevermore

Thine fingertips blush with that of surprise

Butterflies lilt from the dress thou hast wore

Yet mourning lips dost bleed red from thine tongue

Might melancholy plague thee nevermore

Thine toes amble amongst jagged shears stung

Bats shrieking from the fabric thou shalt tore

Mistress, must thou allow such perplexments?

Monochrome unto shade predicaments

Yet such soul of mine hath colours to spare

I shall love each grey of your heartstrings fair.

Leave a comment

Filed under Fixed Poetry, Poetry

(stand still)

don’t make

me cry

when you

haven’t even

opened

your mouth

(to sing)

.

don’t wound

my skin

with guitar

strings as a

garrotte

straight away

(i’m dying)

.

don’t break

my lungs

with poison

when you’re

trying to

make me

(feel strong)

.

don’t make

me confused

and weak

as my soul

gains audacity

and epiphany

(don’t say i’m wrong.)

Leave a comment

Filed under Poetry

A Megalomaniac Megalopolis

″I make money, but fuck money we want love
Give me your heart and your hand and we can run…″

~*~

You missed the crooked target and slammed the painting on the fringe

Your trajectory was fucked-up from the beginning, but you didn’t cringe

It’s a syllogism logic, cold reanimation of glass memories and phantoms

You checked the list and the rearview mirror, but you skipped our column

It was a punch against the viscid honey, my plural interruption of hatred

Unauthorised to sell your bid against me, so you made my grave your bed

Don’t fall on your face love, that countenance is worth a bargain shop

And I’m a thief running semicircles in your grocery aisles until I drop

I’m affluent, but somehow always broke with mercury in my capillaries

I’ll die inhaling fumes but this shit just ain’t worth the expense of money

But I’ll be generous with my emotions, I’ll cash in my handshake on impulse

I’m a millionaire when it comes to stupidity, and I play casino for the fools

You’re the main grand event darling, I’m just the slipshod consolation prize

They cover me with cheap bouquets but this ribbon unravels from the lies

So three cheers for growing up too high, and one more of nepenthe for the road

Gusts of misery pushing you back, this is a tantrum of issues you can’t uphold

Don’t spend sedated backward glances, that mirror’s just screwing up your vision

If you came to bleed radiation and lust forget tonight, let me accomplish your mission.

Leave a comment

Filed under Poetry

\§øππ¥\

i was never going to fall

out of your calvary love

i promised you the sky

but then it all crashed

with a great shatter as

i forgot to say goodbye.

Leave a comment

Filed under Poetry

Fine Lines and White Lies

Am I out of line

To tell you that

You’re not fine?

You tossed the

Agony and put

Away from time

You jumped off

The deep edge

Of the blue bed

And like pastel

Lipstick of pink

You badly bled

And you nearly

Drowned on the

Alcohol bottles

That litter your

Floor like a pub

Late hour battle

You resolved all

Of the inane and

Sordid of issues

Within dangling

Knives alongside

Smeared tissues

Desperation and

Backyard dances

Nights are silver

Run from the sun

In the throes of a

Haunted summer

Ransack this place

Find me or free me

From titanium walls

You trip out of love

Everything’s ok, but

Nobody even calls

I’ve saved someone

And left them alone

Is that a cold crime?

And am I out of line

By confessing that

You can’t ever be mine?

Leave a comment

Filed under Poetry