If I stab this giant of a hill, will it level to the ground and I balance
Falls from this high tend to leave me fractured and chipped at
Cold nights atop here are unbearable and me living through them is worrying
If I get my hands or a rope, I'm unsure if I'll swing down or climb higher
The peak of the climb getting sharper does not mean the end to me, just a swifter cut
Your unconcerned faces from down there aren't helping much
A match for my broken
I rode up the river, for you
Fearing being skinned by the dark
But I dared not be shy of it
Peering, I bore my bones to the force
Of you pushing me
Heavens I battled your naked sight
But my reckless gaze failed me
And looking through you,
I saw a brokenness I was nostalgic for
empty hands and bags of baggage
What made us into such wreckballs
watching our lives unfold into rhymes
we can't even utter
How do we wake up sane
and later scamper into our beds
like deranged hounds
Who lands crap balls onto our laps
and expects our knees to hold together
heap after heap
Why do we camp under the same blankets
that soak our tears every night
and repeat it every night
Where do we think we are going
with our blistered feet and broken spirits
and empty hands and bags of baggage?
Life’s all strange!
Familiar faces
Memories I don't remember creating
Sights not so strange Dreaming even after I wake
Being over there and here all at once
Not belonging but longing for the unknown
Living on the precipice of something untouchable Disconnected, connected and longing
Life's all strange!
Re-post #Life of opposites
Little by little, second after second, day after day
I feel the sap being sucked out of my being
Minutes after seconds a little bit of me melts away
Every now and then I get ripped
A part of me dies once in a while
Everytime I fall, the rise gets harder and more strenuous
As time drags by I lose myself a little bit more
From every fail I lose a bit more heart
After every turn on this everlasting road my blood cuts down
Every nightfall my body grows darker and scary
It’s been a long time coming and the end just began
I can clearly see the darkness at the end of this dim-lit road
The gradually developing downfall has quickened to a plummeting speedy drop
The cycle completes itself really quick these days
The loss and shed I readily await and go through silently
I’m saying that I drain faster nowadays
I wither more quickly and also blossom equally fast
I see clearly where there’s just blur and don’t complain much
I do not wish for change and when it comes I adapt real quick
I also grow weaker every nightfall and get strengthened every dawn
I get confused easily and confuse even more often
I rarely cry but laughter is just as scarce- maybe it’s because I don’t know when to do either
I want to reach out and be reached out to, but I still don’t want to leave my bursted bubble
I love the idea of going to sleep but strain to do so
I resent waking up and also strain to do so
It feels like mother said….
“ I'll weave my shredded heart
into a basket for your worries
and bare my bony shoulder
for you to cry on
I'll take my skeletal hands
and earth-filled fingers
and stroke your face
and wipe off your tears
I'll slap my aching back to bend
and pick you up when you fall
My eyes won't know any tears
but when yours do, mine will be wet with love I'll drain rivers of pain with my cloak
and clear thorny bushes with my bare hands
I'll take lifes beatings with grace
so it can be softer on you"
Sweet scents
god-sent sweet scents
of your mere existence
if you dare get close
I’ll simply die
of imagining how it’s like
to have your skin
brush past the air I breathe
my trivial being
I'll pull out my hand
and wipe off hope
Off the face of my soul
Too firmly planted my feet
on the grave of my dreams
So to sit and chant
and sing to lure
death for its grace
Or its darkness that engulfs
And on the last embers of my life I'll lay
In the comforts of self pity
and the enthralling wretchedness
of my trivial being
torn from this barren desire
to be a conduit for happiness and peace
And off I'll go
to the one adventure foreign to man
Hope
When I open my eyes, let there be light
extend to me a handful of strength
and I'll await dawn eagerly
How I desire to come into something
so hold out a candle for me
Cup me a big one Hope, will ya?
Ode to her garden
On steaming wet dew she'd lay
And let starless nights pour into her skin
She'd pay ode to her garden,
which when the lethargy set in she'd let them
touch
In vial hatred of her fragility, she'd caution
her crying heart to never again
It was tedious this longing
to belong to a body that didn't burn her