Category: Written in 2012

Horror Movie

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It feels like you

scoured my heart,

with Freddy Krueger nails

and left nothing

back for me,

but a bad edit,

in a horror movie.

(Sometimes even those

get the chance at a sequel.)

I leaned in

to lightly kiss you;

you leaned back;

away, away,

so far away,

that a stranger,

with a kind look,

could say, “fuck you?”

and I would

say “okay”.

It’s a haunting,

of past faith

and future ruin;

where nothing lives,

nothing’s left to give.

I can’t even wait

for some mythical letting go,

to cart me away,

away from the hope

that you will perhaps,

someday, see

you lean back

into the nothingness

of the ending

of your flop horror movie.

 

 

Valentine’s Day 2012

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Our love seems to have flown to a distant land

And our very souls neither understand.

Many times we both feel misunderstood,

Wonder if life will lead to anything good.

I’ll never fully adjust to your frowns,

You’ll never soothe my emotional downs.

In twelve years most of our time seems wasted,

Countless experiences neither tasted,

But since this is valentine’s after all,

I must tell you why i stick to it all.

Like you i feel an excess of feeling

That stirs up despite my heart’s concealing;

When i realise that you are nowhere near,

Spontaneously, i believe you dear.

There aren’t many stolen kisses as before –

When you kiss me now i remember it more.

If i had no hope or feeling for you now,

I wouldn’t notice the creases in your brow;

You would not help but know my weakest trait,

And find ways through means and compensate.

I mentioned it seems love has moved away

But i haven’t mentioned it has gone to stay.

Passion is something that’s not forgotten,

It can leave a taste of time gone rotten.

Love tends to steal back when you need it,

It seems silent till you wish to heed it.

Today despite our idiosyncrasies,

Despite the beliefs each of us believes,

Twelve years of feeling have made me learn,

Wherever love roams it is bound to return.

 

6pm

What would I ask Life…

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What would I ask Life

If I met her one day?

Why couldn’t you make Love stay?

Wasn’t your spring young enough

To defeat autumn’s blight?

Could the summer flowers not

Sustain the winter night?

Could your cyclic seasons

Leave no hope for Love’s heart?

Could reincarnation

Not prevent you to part?

Were the dreams that you dreamed,

At the dawn of childhood,

Bitter as Time to die

As all sad mortals should?

Or were you just too vain

To labor for love

As a good lover should?

Was love not the lover

You hoped he would be,

And you got abused by Hope

And Love’s own vanity?

Were you too busy with Time

Neglecting love’s demand?

Was Time deceitful enough

To keep you in demand?

If everything’s a cycle

And what was now is,

What the past hides away

The present always sees,

I ask of you, dear Life,

After all that you give,

You end up with just you,

What makes you want to live?