Category: Life

Geography

llxh60zlwyyrkpg5dn1aStrangely enough,

my ribs

had given

my heart

enough geography lessons

on finding yours,

though your nights and

my day played

a game of

hide and seek…

 

 

I counted stars

like seconds

that were left

till you

came home,

as you drove

into Sunsets

that turned into

sunrises

at my end…

 

Then we raced time,

from the hands

of your clock

to the scattered signals

of my telephone,

to the half drunk teacup

we fell asleep on,

until

missing you

felt like

first love

on my heart strings.

A cry for warmth

baby-feet

Her flesh and blood cried,

reaching out

to her ragged bosom…

crying for warmth

a warmth …

she longed for herself.

a warmth

she had not known..

all her life…

the only warmth she knew

were the lights across the street,

burnt cigarette ends

greeting her home…

the moon watched quietly

as she slipped off her motherhood,

leaving her dreams

at a stranger’s door…

The cries echoed into the night,

became one with the dark,

as she left with the burden

of a heart

that screamed.

Murder my Sins.

blackpurse

I’ve heard of an eternal summer
that I never saw,
stole a million spotlights
they stole hundreds of my nights…

Their eyes were supposed to open
unto splendid souls..
but  they were quite empty
and barren as my own.

I moaned at ten thousand stars,
rusty ceiling fans,
a gecko on his wall,
but not once in his eyes.

Each time ecstacy
truly felt like mine,
I found what I was to them;
just another glass of wine.

Each morning I left
with a pouch brimming with bills,
hoping the cigarette I smoked,
would perhaps murder my sins.