Snippets

i.

The city looked yellow

as the fireflies circled 

around in the sky

singing yellow songs.

ii.

I wish I could wear your headand march in your shoesfit into your jacketand borrow your signature.

iii.

Shadowed behind her curtained hairis a voice unheard,slaving to save her wordsfrom burning into flames.

iv.

Maybe,even after I dieI won’t disappear,like you did.

v.

Never so happyto be in my skinburied under woundsof your disappearance.

vi.

You can burn my heartwith your rage,or heal my heartwith your pharmacon kiss.

vii.

Two bodiesone heart,I wonder howyou two exist.

viii.

Let us lie under heavendoing what lovers doand let the stars silentlygawk down at us.

You are a poet

You are a poet
and your thoughts make
poetry sound beautiful.
Undress yourself
and me see those words
incised in your skin,
cut deeper into your wounds
and let those love verses
flow freely, let them cascade down
onto the cold ground
to form a lake of emotions
(because a poet is not a dictionary of words,
he is a dictionary of feelings).

I will write to you.
You will write to me.
Like poets in love
we will fill the sky
with ink.

You are a poet
you fill the empty spaces
with words
and pieces of you,
you install life
into the dead/
the non existent.

You are close to my heart
and I will love you,
like the planetoids
love the old star,
forever.
I am writing to you
You are writing to me
and I will take a piece of your word
with me
to my grave
and there will we be,
together,
sleeping
with the universe shielding us.

I will cure you

I see right through you.
You are a being,
unlike any other,
you only need a little air
to travel down your trachea
to keep alive
(and a lot of love)
You illuminate your face
with that fine beam
to hide
the blue devils besetting
deep inside you,
you dig pits
to bury the unhappiness
and then look up
to admire the stars.
I want you to know
that I will not be waiting next door
for you to knock
asking for a rope
to pull you up
from the culvert.
Instead, I will be there
right beside you
cleaning your face with a swab.
And I will cure you
I will set all my atoms
into motion
and I will give you every part of me
to cling onto
and love.

Love Letters

A pile of letters 

stacked in my rack,

smelling like the apples

which once grew in my garden,

the garden where I sat

and scribbled them for you.

The envelopes jacketing

the letters

are slowly turning yellow

and it feels so old,

it feels like a century

has gone by

and yet I have waited

for you patiently,

balming my soul

and adding to the ocean

of love letters.

Each word inked 

on the papers

cannot be erased,

neither with tears

nor with crayons,

you cannot gnaw at it

and scratch it out

it will not change the truth.

Ink will leak and bleed 

from my heart

until you will sit next to me 

and, with a wet towel,

wipe out my wounds

because it has been enough now

and I feel alone.

I added another letter

today

telling you how I will give you

every part of me

till the world collides.

Your portrait

Your portrait is hanging,

on the bister-painted wall

in my bedroom

not a speck of dust

covering it, no

I clean it everyday.

Your blue sanguine eyes

follow my shadow

all day long,

it knows me the best

it has witnessed my tears

falling down onto the wooden floor

and bouncing back, fragmented

into a thousand broken dreams,

your eyes have flipped through my life journal

and dipped itself into my blood,

it knows me and reminds me 

of who I am.

You have listened to my quivering tune,

when I cried.

That curve painted on your face

(and covering your entire face)

donates strength to me

it doles out the entire universe's force

and keeps me alive.

You portrait is painted 

at the back of my head,

but I want to touch it 

and caress it

till my fingers bleed.

Worlds

We are worlds apart.

Deep stretches of oceans

resting, 

separating our worlds.

I could drown a hundred times

and let my flesh turn into 

ice crystals

to reach you.

Because I have waited for you

and you are finally here,

screaming inside my head

and tapping on the screen 

of my computer,

you may come out now.

But we are worlds apart.

And you have someone 

to comfort you

(I don't)

 

ii.

viii.

The city looked yellow

as the fireflies 

circled around in the sky

singing yellow songs.

MONDAY, 28 JANUARY 2013

vii.

I wish I could wear your head
and march in your shoes
fit into your jacket
and borrow your signature.

vi.

Shadowed behind her curtained hair
is a voice unheard,
slaving to save her words
from burning into flames.

v.

I banged you with a dagger
you survived?
I died the day you torpedoed my heart
we’re so different.

iv.

Maybe,
even after I die
I won’t disappear,
like you did.

iii.

Never so happy
to be in my skin
buried under wounds
of your disappearance.

ii.

You can burn my heart
with your rage,
or heal my heart
with your pharmacon kiss.

i.

Two bodiesOne heart,I wonder How you two exist.