memories are like vessels on the ocean
poisoned and floating
sunk for our own good,
buried deep.
Until time ebbs away
it's ruins
and they rise to the surface
like shattered mirrors
reflections of once broken lives,
remembered with a sombre silence.
The hairs on my body stand
as if they too uphold respect
of passing moments
be they beautiful or not
and I shudder
trying to remove each pin and needle
dug into my skin
like enforced acupuncture
unbearable heat attacks my pores
I rub salt into the minute passages
eyes closed, I grimace at the pain
regret taught me that
self-inflicted anguish
is relief.
So I emerge from shame
like the widow emerging from a pyre,
burning.
Screaming to the skies at Indestructible Consequence
As inadequate rays
keeps me cold
and a disappointed sun
watches on.
Sunday 28 April 2013
Monday 22 April 2013
Henna Tattoo
I sketched intricate calligraphy
carved unadulterated beauty
into her consciousness
Lust was palpable
My mark nothing more than fleeting imitation
it dried,
and through each passing day
its colour grew weaker
its trace more feeble
wilting as quickly as it blossomed
shone momentarily as fast as a shooting star
until it was a shadow of its past glory.
to be remembered as nothing more than a bittersweet memory
Until our mind martyrs lovers into
nostalgic day dreams, broadcast
onto the forefront of our every spare thought
assisted by hyperbolic embellishment
Until the lines of fantasy and reality blur,
With no tattoo left to remind us.
carved unadulterated beauty
into her consciousness
Lust was palpable
My mark nothing more than fleeting imitation
it dried,
and through each passing day
its colour grew weaker
its trace more feeble
wilting as quickly as it blossomed
shone momentarily as fast as a shooting star
until it was a shadow of its past glory.
to be remembered as nothing more than a bittersweet memory
Until our mind martyrs lovers into
nostalgic day dreams, broadcast
onto the forefront of our every spare thought
assisted by hyperbolic embellishment
Until the lines of fantasy and reality blur,
With no tattoo left to remind us.
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