Snow

My tongue gets petrified at odd times
Words steal each other's turn
And jumble on the way out,
My scarf is still wrinkled
I'm sorry i was late, I've been
Lost.
He was carried away like
A broken trophy
Loss took the shape of a mountain range
Under that piece of cloth
On its trail a benevolent woman
Sowing grief into the snow, she said,
These walls are too white
It seemed that the whiteness
Desolved the color of death and acid
And the stifling smell of
Absence
The sound of glass breaking
Everything, breaking.

Do not lean on my
Shoulders i am
Weaker
Than a castle of sand, do
Not hold my hands, they will
Crumble, after they've spread this
Woe to your bones, like a shudder
Through the branches of an old willow.
I'm sorry i was late, the snow
Has gotten this thick already
Footprints are punched
Deep, like finger holes in dough
I don't know where they are going
With him wrapped like that
Wails drown in the abundance of
Whiteness
Faces of strangers turn to bricks
Isn't it cold for his frail limbs? Hey,
Why are coffins so white ?

Nostos

In a fleeting moment of
Unprecedented bravery, I
Plunged into the abyss with the
Blind faith of a child,
Eons have passed, perhaps
Lifetimes, and
She spat me back onto the world
Maimed with vindication , and nothing
To my name but some glimpses of
Glory.
Even she has
Rejected me, alas.
I can't hold a brush anymore, I
Only spill colors like I spill my shame
In your arms, love,
Do not tell me to be strong, it
Feels like a bedtime story
With a bland cover and the same old
Ending
I know all that, I know
That night is followed by dawn and
Things will fall into order in
Due time, patience is gold
One needs to be bold in the face
Of peril, etc etc

Sometimes you just need a moment
To stretch your limbs in a
Shroud of sadness
The world owes you that much
Doesn't it ?
I broke out of the shell and
Wrecked my home along
I get to grieve.

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15.06.19


When the nights get longer
And the moon is too weary to
Smile, I learn that what we nurse
Under these pillows as we whisper
Our vigil away
Is a malady : perhaps what
You thought was burning desire was
Just the affable stupor of
Being understood.
My sweet boy, the most
Laughable of loves are the ones
Stuffed into cracked hearts
In hopes of mending them whole.

3/6

Rage
A tsunami of sand, and
Wrath that does not
Sleep
Swallows bullets and
Spews the shells along
With every broken dirge
Forgive us, Lord, we
Can't find the newborn
Moon, and the earth is
Satiated with the blood
Of the doves
Blood too thick to
Merge with the waters
Blood too hot it stung
The Nile and made it
Weep
Blood that won't dry before
Dawn.

Letter to Solanine

Loving someone is so easy
Being in love is an exercise.
It's quite the sordid affair to be
Loved by an inarticulate man
You claim that actions speak loud but
Language was invented to woo
Women, my love.
The heart is a bag of blood and
The moon is just another stone that
Stole the light of the sun, pine shrinks
Into a chemical reaction and
Martyrdom in the name of
Love is just a loss of another
Madman, all is pointless and
All is in vain
Without poetry.

Letter to Atticus II

In another life I loved you so very deeply
It was unbearable
Your apparition usurped my dreams and
Haunted my wake, you are
So beautiful in
Your sadness.

Demian

It takes courage to change, she
Said
Wreck everything on the way out
Of one's comfort zone.
I don't know who I should
Tell this, but every night before
I surrender to sleep, my shivering bones
Play the bass to the pace of
My muffled breath
"The Egg is the world", he wrought
He who must be born
Must first destroy.
I feel loneliness creep up
My spine as I'm told to conquer
This proverbial Troy
All walls and no Helen.
I wasn't born a winner, perhaps,
Hiding in the shadows of great
Men,
I forget that it was always
A woman that made them so.
I didn't ask for great things,
Mi amor, I'm the queen of
Small feats and whimsical
Endevours, that never see the light
You say that you are proud to
Know me, a line straight out of
A Steinbeck's novel, but I'm sorry
It wasn't my intention to shine
Brighter than my lover's eyes,
I'm just too scared of the dark that
I light the half burnt candles i
Burried
Between the ashes.
I was fine
Being unnoticed, I was fine
Before love, being light
Trapped inside cracked mirrors
And the crevices of a smiling
Figure of validation
Wasn't the egg snug enough
For a featherless bird to prosper ?
Can't I
Still grow in my own skin ?