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Cage...

I wake up from this slumber Startled at midnight Awoken by fresh love And suddenly this vast loneliness in the unending universe Seems very small I crave to cry And how my tears turn their way through my throat deep into the entrails So no one ever could find them. Why  are they such hypocrites, like you, my love ? They are a hemlock I drink everyday. I wonder when this rib cage of mine dampened with a grave desires and weighed under indelible pain will burst into a thousand confetti. My apocalypse. I fear, my love, each shattered piece of me will still worship the soul you cage within...

His bereaved poet

I lust at the glimmer of his eyes, Storms of cosmic stardust in my gloomy skies I crave for his touch that maddens me, Blazing desires of a soul that's never been set free In sleep and wake, Steals away his daring silhouette For he is my poem And I, his bereaved poet.