Unpoured

  HOW do you keep bonds that remain true? When we only see strangers, forgetting that we were once familiars. Forgetting the plans to never leave but now one’s sight is out of mind. Yeah memories are forever but they eventually fade, leaving just a spectrum of what it was in each person’s version. And the more we try to hold on, the more it changes shape. How do we keep true remains of them bonds? HOW do you keep attention that remains true? When focus is on the hour, forgetting that it was once ‘minutes’ ago. Time becomes a thief in the night, stealing moments we thought we knew, Leaving us with just echoes of what we once held in view. How do we stay present when life moves so fast? HOW do we go from here to there, forgetting that there was never a ‘t’ in the here. How do you keep the path lit when the road ahead’s unclear? We map out our journey with steps unsure, And hope that the pieces of our hearts remain pure. How do we find our way when the signs disappear? I am sure yo...

  I stand here, cornered by red, A fire I painted with the tiny bits of desire. I know this treachery, it burns me still, Foolish but I’d desire that burning flame. The brush drips, it laughs at me, A reminder of strokes I shouldn’t crave. Oh.. up.. and down… this tingle it leaves, Foolish but I crave breathlessly not to escape. I smile wickedly, though trapped, Because this heat is a lover’s cage of death. No door, no path, no silence, no gasps, Only red whispers calling me deeper. So let me live in this burning corner, Let me drip until there’s nothing left to cum, This wall of passion be my prison, And my pleasure is the lock, I dare to savor.

The most painful thing about rejection Is the fact that you were never the desirable. Never even ‘in consideration’ in mind. And oh, don’t get me wrong. You definitely were ‘all that’ But you were ‘all that’ to the wrong person or in the wrong circumstances. The thought that expressed their ‘never’ In your world of willful hope or is it wistful wish? At first, a daze of unparalleled lines, Blurry reality the mind wants unminded Aishh.. should this heart still long? But never could become ever. Or will the shattered longing be heart’s full? It hurts more when your heart’s all in, Holding on to that wasps line of hope, Afraid of the dangle yet willful to tangle. Was it that you were never the desirable? This rejection of before, on and after never In this tug for the crown with the ‘desired’ You were just never desirably desired! Never is hope’s fear to be touched The desired becoming wrongly hoped An unclaimable right that worked never, Just never yours its throb to grasp Rightly wateri...