I cannot bear anything but archaic love. A table cloth of hope spread over misfortunes. I recollect your unshaved smile and all the unshaved smiles and sapphire eyes I swallowed up. My dreams are haunted by the gentle touch of a man who wants to attach himself to me. A heart continues thumping on the floor and refuses to come back to me.
I.
A beginning
and an end
Every middle detail smudged and ripped
because I cannot bear to relive my life
II.
The middle details must be highlighted and aroused
III.
Those intricacies have created me
Beauty; self defined and fragile. Much too fragile for those who cannot fathom themselves. In the mirror I see a ghost. In the garden where we find roses we read, sunbathe and soak up the fragrance. While people reach their last breaths and I do not save them.
Rolling beyond
where grey meets black and white
Walls cover us
souls peaking out
I named you my cousin
yet I barely know my own
Be my sister
As we begin
your words may be unable to reach my mind
I may misconceive your tongue
How it curves and clicks
I will try so hard to learn you
Where walls are torn down
I find you
My intention of enveloped desire is to tear you apart
I shall leave you and your immoral ways to the ones who do not mind.
Fall into my abyss. Fall, where ladies find an egress
Is this heaven?
Where sunlight meets grass
and each of us share in a communal manner
Father waits by the water
Calling nothing but my name
and I, who speaks of extravagant things.
whilst living in poverty or reverse
When nobody hears my voice
and I am sitting lonely
Tears falling
for pain and longing are each results
of an event I am unable to recall
I call and call out
I am only here
The sky cries
when you visit me
and the sun hides
I take that as warning
Suddenly, I grasp how shortly
my time will slip away
and how my white sheets will soon become grey
and the pictures on my walls will all fall
and all I can do is sit and watch the ticking clock
as time rolls away
There was something archaic
and sorrow searching
about the way I descended into woe
She is my fiend
and she wants to bring me to Hell
She smolders me
and my spirit evaporates
Silent wind blows against the silent structures
Surrounding I, standing tall
Albeit they are emptier than at night
and nighttime hides itself in whispers
Night is purposeful in its silence
Daytime belongs to noise