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Background
It has been so that I started colouring in all the pictures on the wall; A bit more grey, a bit more brown, until I faded into the background. No longer Too loud, Too ugly, Too pretty, Too smart, Too dumb Now I exist Invisible and numb. In my desperation to hide In plain sight. I have erased my being and faded into nothingness.
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Love in the Time of Stoicism
I am drifting, Feeling blue and bleeding, Writing and screaming, But will you understand?
Did you mean it, When you said I was pretty? That even if it meant forever, You would wait for me.
‘Cause I am waiting for you To notice the silence; I have been drifting awhile Will you notice the distance?
I know that time has passed I know reality has caught up I know things have changed But have they changed this much?
We were more than this, Until we weren’t. I haven’t given up on us. And I can only hope that you haven’t.
I sigh. I wait. I have bled;not betrayed. But there is a relief in pain; Unlike the curious case of love, Here, the tears are expected.
Now I will bid you adieu Until the next time You stop in the streets and think, You haven’t heard my laugh in a while.
Empty at Its Centre
I saw a monster today,in my dreams. A forgotten lore came to life. Except it was no dream, The monster is kept fed and alive.
Somewhere, they made some cages, Some bars of steel and some men of flesh. He is easy to smile and laugh. But make no mistake About what he did, It was no mistake, not a row.He has no shred of guilt.
Sometimes, evil makes no excuses.
He is empty at its center, No, not a man. No, not simply a murderer. It is a Black hole.An abyss And god forbid if you stare into the Abyss, Remember how the forgotten lore ends for those who did,
It stares back.
Do you write for Fun?
I told him, Poetry Is not a fun activity Mostly. It is bleeding Your pain, seething In anger, drenching Words with life. That’s why all the pages Are Red.
Portrait Of A Missing Person
I stretch out, across the easel, a canvas- sandy brown and plain; Silhouettes, they came and fell, Stayed awhile and left,unclaimed.
Sepia in tint,I put across the skin, Don’t fear the beige and ebony though. Navy blue- the colour of fire, I paint the heart beating rough.
Some warmth in the red you’ll find Some lies to please the eyes Maybe in the rose of those lips you might even find my smile.
The colour purple fascinates, Pulls some in for more, But when the red burns bright across the canvas, The dust slithers off.
And if you,ever,can’t find me, Just smear some umber,burnt. You’ll find me looking back at you Wild,mischievous, full of love.
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Culprit
Aasvogels fly overhead, We call them Shadows of Death but when we shall have killed Them all, who would be left to incriminate?
Judgement of Aaron
Incredulity written all over his face, a Pharaoh muttered his prayers. The Plague decayed every man, woman and child. Aaronic judgement prevailed.
Over-thinking
It starts with a piece Of blue-black on my knees That flits and flakes It's way to my neck, Wrapped tight until I simply can't breathe It's difficult to tell Those around me Why can't I just let The blue-black be But I see textures And colors too I shouldn't I know But I felt helpless, you see! Like when you are on a bicycle Pedaling too fast And you know you should go slow That it won't last But by the time I realize That I have to stop The brakes won't work And my heart's in my mouth I have been trying to stop Believe me, I do With logic, with reason As my new tools And I won't let it be, I'll mend my mistakes This one time I'll put on the brakes.
