I STOOD WITH YOU...

I used to stand by the window with you,

The rain drops were a quiet, subtle reminder of the storms we have been through

I knew I should do something,

What it was, wasn't however as clear as the drops that fell on the rocks

 

 

 

The smell of water sipping through the earth,

In a failed attempt to mask the smell of blood,

From the slaughtering of kindness and grace, we had just finished.

Slice after slice,

Hack after hack,

We knew we should have done something,

What it was, wasn't however as clear as the drops that fell on the rocks

 

Crying in the rain,

A common getaway for hearts as lost as ours,

But how do you mix dust and water?

The dirt, a mirror of what we have become,

We knew we should have done something,

What it was, was perhaps as clear as the drops that fell on the rocks.

We knew it because we slaughtered the kindness and grace,

Right at the window,

Where I stood with you

Set me free

You said you’d stay,

Deep down I knew you would hurt me.

I’d hoped and prayed you’d have mercy on me

My weak soul and mind,

My wit to stay on my lane and not veer off to that which is not mine,

I knew from the very start you wouldn’t stay,

But you got a hold of me,

Your claws so deep in my flesh,

But the sweetness that is the pain you cause me,

Kept me asking for me,

Even though I knew you were not good for me,

I still craved the taste of your heart,

The blood sipping through my fingers,

Cold from your vein,

I didn’t know you had any.

Even though I knew it would hurt,

One bite was not enough.

Bite,

After bite,

After bite,

Beat,

After beat,

After beat,

I was heading to my grave.

You consumed me,

And I saw it all coming,

I opened the door for you,

Let you in,

Welcomed you with open arms,

Same arms I used to embrace me,

No mercy on me,

Your arms,

Embraced me,

But stabbed me as well,

Who is to blame?

You,

Or I?

Set me free,

Will you not?

Perhaps some good would do me good,

Some kindness would heal me,

Or not,

Because you know not what that means,

Leaving a trail of blood in your path,

And like a hungry hound,

I follow every step of your stinking scent,

You have me on a tight leash,

One I hate to have,

But hold it myself.

Have mercy on my bleeding heart,

Set me free.  

WAVE AFTER WAVE...

I look back,

And even though I know I shouldn't,

It's the only direction I feel safe enough to take on,

Ways I have walked before,

Lengths I have pulled in the past,

My only sanctuary,

In a world so uncertain.

Running so fast,


But the only direction I seem to be getting on,

Is backward.

Slow run,

Or fast step.

No one avenue seems to be the best.

And I cry and moan,

And hope to the heavens for mercy as deserved as my own death,

For only the warmth of my grave can comfort a drowning soul.

Tired,

Exhausted,

Not knowing right from wrong,

Or back from forth,

Back and forth I keep going,

Praying and hoping that this would be the last breath.

Help me,

Hold my hand, why won't you?

The waves of a life so uncertain threaten to carry me to the depth of the sea,

But see I am not afraid.

Should I be? I am not

I have been here before,

And wave after wave drifted me away from the truth I have known for so many a day.

Though I look back,

I know I shouldn't.

But behind me,

Is the only sure path that has led me to the unknown I see today.

MY COLD BLOOD...

I try and try,

And every time I seem to be walking straight into a storm,

I am losing grip and becoming wet with all the water on my face.



My heart and patience are growing cold.

I light the fire that is romance with you,

But I seem to get it wrong all the time.

I cannot get it right.

I fear, not getting it right.

Don't break me,

For I am broken all too much.

All my pieces, frozen in attempts to light this fire.

Keep it burning,

But I,

I cannot walk the path that is fiery yet I long to burn alone.

The fire you started burnt out long ago.

For you, I have walked the long road,

I have swallowed all I can,

But my pride is going to be my downfall,

A failure I seem to want to welcome.

I am not hot,

The snow seems the only white I care for.

A storm is coming,

Like in the past,

I have faced it alone.

Risk it all again, should I?

An avalanche is the least of my worry,

The ice that is in place of my heart is spreading,

And like a disease,

It will melt all the warmth that is my soul.

Cold nights are now an island of peace,

Pieces I have learnt to pick up,

With bare hands numb from the cold.

I am a sad hue,

Like the frozen heart,

That sadly attempts to pump my cold blood.





 

MY CANVAS...

You,

My canvas,

On which I am free to create all I want.

As I lay here with you,

Your dark skin so smooth,

my brush hardly staying steady.

Paint me, will you please.
 

Take my hand, place it on your chest,

Let your palm be my brush.

Give me no boundaries,

Let me break the rules,

Your blood, the deepest hue I desire.

Your curves, height and breadth,

Details I long to have engraved in my mind.

You are like dark chocolate,

And I want nothing more than you in thick milk.

I see the way you look at me

With eyes filled with nothing but desire.

I spread my own and wish you'd paint on the canvas that is me,

I stay here,

Spreading myself thin,

The arch that is my back in a timid curve,

Drying out in the heat of the moment,

One stroke all I long for,

But I know your brush can only paint your own.

My hands apart in an attempt  to cover all loose ends,

Tie all knots you leave untied,

Try to keep fresh, become a canvas worthy of your attention.

Paint me will you please.

Your violets and your rainbows,     

One I am ready to bow for,

Just to stand counted in the paintings in your collection.



 

 

 

 

THE POET...

A  poet rescued me today,

It was not his charm, or generosity,

Rather, it was his wit, and mystery.

How he looked past me but caught my eye,

With his bare hand,

Touched the very bit I thought was far gone.

Thoughts lingered long after his gaze was no more.

I stand here,

Wishing, crying that with a single breath, he will remember the touch.

I brush my arm beside his, and the scent catches me,

Warming my heart, making my eyes wet with tears,

For I know my right is on my right.

But I was never one to follow the rules,

So I decide to run the yard,

After my rescuer, the poet with words that cut like a sword,

I will run after.

Happiness comes to those who want it,

And mine is no different a story.

Curse me if you may, but run I will.

Come with me, dear.

I know not where to lead you,

But I shall hold your hand.

His scent will be our guide,

His smile the never-ending light at the end of a bright day.

The grasp will never be loose,

For thoughts of his warm embrace will linger through many a day,

Every step farther brings us closer to the poet,

For the cause that stands before us is bigger than you or I.

Run with me dear,

To the happiness that is the poet.

Sometimes the right on your right, is wrong.

WILDEST DREAM...

I want to close my eyes,
So I can see more of you,
Because you become the most beautiful sight in my mind,
And I want it to remain that way.
 I hope one day you look back and say you miss me,
Say I was good enough,
Say if you could,
You would do it again,
Do me again.

I want to close my eyes,
And open my mouth,
Spread my lips, 
And tell you,
You are the best,
That I never had.

I want to close my eyes,
And dance,
Feel just you alone,
Although we are  in the biggest crowd.
You, my love, are the best memory I have yet.
These red lips, have no better taste than you.

I want to close my eyes because it is the only way I see you again.
You won't look back,
Even though I am rooted here, hoping you would.

Do you remember me?

I remember you,
And the day you told me I am your wildest dream,
Wish I came true. 

I have done a bad thing many a time,
But I wouldn't be me If I didn't have you as the best of them all.
Though wild, you, indeed, are a dream.

I want to close my eyes,
And as you stand right in front of me,
Have my fingers on your face,
The one I read so wrong,
Perhaps my touch will bring out the truth.

I want to close my eyes,
And remain so for as long as you are there with me,
Until the wildest dream comes true.