I am not sure why I begin this blog entry. Sometimes someone needs to release something, ei? 😉 But, the good thing is that I was able to read my notifications in the app! I am not sure why the admin didn’t reply to my plea for help!
Anyway, i am glad I was able to read my notifications in the app. Thank you fallen alone… aka ari… I followed your advice gorgeous.
Somewhere inside calloused knees,
a voice gyrates
slowly murmuring holy scriptures
emanating inside caged ribs
caged by ivory promises and skeletal reminisces.
emerged from somewhere deep
was a round egg
cracked to the horizon;
only to sizzle up wavy patterns
of yellowish pus
looking too cool in the aftermath
of an explosion.
I raised my hands devouring all the exclamations
later constipated by trendy syllables;
yet, I stared at my knees
decorated with too many vowels
all having an interesting story to narrate,
the apparitions of medieval history
gagged me, by the colorfulness;
I was bound to black and gray
traveling back to antiquity
somewhere I belong.
somewhere inside a coliseum
build upon anagram
shuffled to the word trust
I stood barefoot
enjoying the coldness
bathing my foot with prickles
later to sting with numbness,
but I stood still
blanketed with Goosebumps;
yet, I never got what I wanted
I don’t know what I want.
slim and prim were the actor
hiding behind thick shades of blue,
peeking in and out
like it’s hiding from me.
a lone star encourages the pregnant moon
to come out and shine
but, her fingers are wrapped upon invisible guilt
of having the burden
and she is at last everyone’s milky queen.
but she feels bad
for pushing out her outward belly;
only in a days time, to collect them back.
I am like her,
how, I don’t know.
I am eaten up by moth
crawling from the books;
by the size of the moth
my mom scolds me, it’s because two days
is the max I take to complete
a four hundred page novel.
You can’t blame me, to feel incompetent,
she shakes her head in defeat
and by the end of my umpteenth snickers bar,
I lost count of the book that smells fresh,
like me after a bath.
I am indispensable;
glass slippers are so old school,
so I custom made
and folded my clothes
with golden threads.
I can only shape
what I can
with my hands; others are just
craft unhinged rhythm,
scattering seams of tarnished jokes
and level headed gossips
through thick glasses,
resting on top of his
boiling with perfection
in the heat of morning news
and crisp bacon
broken bottles narrate a forlorn tale
as kids with mountain on their head
and pant skidding below the waist line
bubble up with anticipation
to the street lamp, flickering.
a dog slowly meander
through the many rivulets of garbage
lining the sidewalk
where a man with ragged clothes
and heavy breath
leisurely rests with smoke
spiraling out like white serpents
traffic lights chase speeding cars
puffing dark poison
through pipes of exhaustion,
as they run impetuously
through the many degrees of life.
the blanket is pulled on and off
as the sky switches day and night
the wind pulls leaves out
and hem of their clothes
as they sway in harmony
and hoarse breaths
a coffee rests
on top of the red benches facing the scattering
the smoke swirls
as they narrate the tale
of this sleepless town
pen whisks images
on papers as the morning lark
to the hot Monday morning.
Sometimes it takes two of three syllables
to make you understand the importance
of my silence; yet, you throw word upon
hour needle to only lose minutes before
you even post me the next letter. and still
you remain unapologetic to the situation.
had it been some other time to pen verses,
I would have truly been obliged; but, as of
now when the time is escalating to serious
matters; I shall remain circumvent to that
pings which gives me inflating migraines.
waiting for shackled breaths
to billow out whispers,
of our 4am’s phantom kisses.
With chain-linked apologies,
I watched you
into sun-burnt smiles
and wipe away the
like it were the
ashes of our memories
that needed dusting.
plastering dead breaths
upon cold walls of
I etch bamboo tattoos
from flowerpot daydreams
onto your skin
only to remind me
of the front-porch gossip;
and then your perfume
clogged me once again.
and my milkshakes melted
waiting to dissolve
the two-stepping answers;
and sluice off the mess
that ruptured my heart.
Braiding days afresh
away from cremated memories
yet, my seat-belted pride
and haunting scars
into paper wishes
deflating them into ether;
erasing decadent persuasions
of a poisoned tongue,
I smiled to the back-alley handshakes
which promised me new inception.
The stain of coffee lingers fresh
which languidly turns to yesteryears,
cementing thoughts over my
eyes, sulking dolefully.
life never changes.
But, I have a beautiful life.
each morning, I open my eyes
to the lethal secret revealing more
and more to me…circling through my past
and narrating connotations
to endless loops of dark secrets;
and I am learning from my mistakes
because the pain never heals
as I sullenly revolve
like an earth, on my own axis.
I am content.
not conceited; why shouldn’t I be?
the truth of something making me inhuman
shrouds behind thick shield of me
and it stays sealed;
until the mystery of myself never divulge to the open;
I am glad each day is a blessing
that dawns without losing my respect.