At times I am a shattered piece.
Misconstrued. Bits of my brokenness
Scattered stunningly to my foes.
Weakened. Unable to end dreams girdled
By the ever-expanding aftermath of rotten feelings.
Discarded. Yet they still turn up uninvited;
Like new invoices seeKing to join an ever-growing
Stack of overdue bills.
Imperfect. Fighting a me version that
SpriNgs streams of ungodly passions.
Helpless.
The warm glow beneath your skin shriveled
Like a plum becoming a prune or like skin losing its grace
A dire fluorescence began cruising within your veins
That left me on edge, facing doom that looms ahead
Just last night when I saw you.
Craving to break away
Like a bird caged for days on end.
j.w
His lips, his limbs, his perfect self
Collectively leave me lusting to delve
Into a cold rogue who turns me deaf
Inattentive to n’ rather, condoning offence
He who likes not one but roughly twelve
Additional women besides himself
I’m one of they he loves to touch
Creme de la creme indeed when they luck
My arms, my waist, my all he demands
Voicelessly, only with a bewitching charm
He pursues to completion his only task
And there is I with my mouth shut
Compliantly meeting his magic grasp
“He’s beautiful, dazzling and very brave
He’s stout, tantalizing and well-behaved”
At least thats what I assume she claims
For everyday she seems to be his fave
The cream of the crop that leaves him crazed
And the rest of us? – hurt and deeply dazed
j.w
Your existence is nothing but a mere imagination.
A broken image that surfaces in my head rarely.
A fleeting thought mostly disregarded in ignorance,
But in rare occasions resists the force that churns,
My thoughts and instead harassingly haunts me.
j.w
A vivid image of your splendid face still
Invades my thoughts and makes me
Vanish into an endless cycle of wistful
Memories from when we were younger.
Those long gone days when you could still
Whisper a mischievous plan in my ear
And make me giggle from the tickling sensation
Of air waves propagating through my ear canal.
I still get sickened knowing that time is
Irreversible and that those are passed days,
Inaccessible to mortals. That those days when
We would wander about the brown, roasted
Grasses of the Savanna hunting for ladybugs
Will never be re-lived or retrieved from the
Ashes of scattered memories they left behind.
An image of the day we unknowingly shifted to
‘Less doing’ and ‘more talking’ still presents itself.
I admit I started to find you a total bore when you’d
Lay lazily in bed all day, but your anguish imprisoned
Me by your bedside because you were my only friend.
Each day you got sicker and sicker until the critters
Eventually liberated your soul and left behind a
Lifeless body and a girl with exhausted tear ducts
Stuck with a blank expression in unwavering disbelief.
Even to this day, I still dearly miss the ‘birthday-less’ boy
With the infectious laugh who’d be prompted to narrate
A lengthy tale to a wimpy girl who wouldn’t fall asleep.
Shalo, I miss you.
When I lie interwoven with you,
I find the doorway to my childhood.
Bliss, calm and quiet all ensue.
The mellow me comes slamming through
Like Mauna-Loa-spewed pyroclastic flows.
I feel again all there ever was. Peace.
j.w
Adapted to a reality unimagined
Once blurred by the ‘paradise’ we were promised
Or …………. at least we thought we were.
j.w
