Apropos to the relevant afternoon delight
Your skin grazing, lasting from the unveiled sun
Proving you’re way more of a perfection than a firelight
With an endless combustion igniting my obsession
Just like being caged in the fantasies of your touch
Of each making me tingle and hush
Can’t derived the reality that you’re gone
Leaving this hyacinth heart to melt and be banned
Apropos to the dark cerulean space of night
Incandescent stars can’t just evanesce their might
Like your emerald green eyes sparkling through the horizon
Making my insides stumble from the up towards down
But those were memoirs destined in oblivion
Designated to be placed in a squeezed-tight void
No matter how of a beauteous montage they were
All were crashed and deteriorated like discrete ions
Apropos to the morning glory of the dawn
With the sun slowly creeping up, peeking in behind
It’s then that I realized how mad it is
To fall deeper into your abyss, like a princess spellbind
Just like thrown into a flamed labyrinth
Not caring ‘bout the conglomerated jigsaw pieces
This fragile crystal heart of hyacinth
Begging to be released from your test
Categories:
conglomerated, addiction, anger, beautiful, boyfriend,
Form: Personification
Dear Addiction,
You've always been a companion.
You were the shadow that walked with me.
I kept moving on,
even though
I didn't know
that I was being... followed
I found myself trying to find my priorities,
from my conglomerated responsibilities
and now, not only do I regret,
A heart filled with contempt,
I contemplate in the valley of reality
Like a freely falling body
Under the lone influence of gravity.
The more I moved towards your edge
The more you showed me your depth
This time, I tried to back out,
but under that strong field, I was blacked out.
I saw what I couldn't see
and you showed me what I could never be
I thought it was 'hope'
but as an impostor of hope,
it was desperation in disguise
and 'depression' in my life
Dear Addiction,
We've been together for far too long,
I'm sorry to say this, It wont work anymore
Let our memories be set ablaze
As we take this moment to part ways.
I know you'll find your way,
'cos your next residence...is not far away
Categories:
conglomerated, addiction, conflict, confusion, life,
Form: Free verse
the mirror takes no
prisoners, for it doth
reflect all the ugliness that
composes the present &
very real
you
that stares back,
smashing again & again
with fists full up to the brim
with conglomerated
rage---
it grows back,
faster than the hydra,
whose tentacles lash back
in the face of all
uncompromising
&
stark
reality---
with the ambition of youth
burnt away,
barely noticeable in the
ashtray of one’s fading
existence
&
the future curling up ahead
in a brand new open
flame---
balancing on the high wire
like Kurtz’s snail
slinking along the
razorblade---
hating that so much is lost &
dreading that so much is left to
live,
with all the good memories
echoing like a searing pain that
cannot be cauterized,
yet cannot be followed up with
any newness
whatsoever---
minus the regenerative power of
the broken mirror that
reveals all cruel deterioration,
Orwell’s laughing in his grave,
for the deserved image of
50 is driving rapidly like an
oncoming train &
you better believe that
there
are
no
brakes.
Categories:
conglomerated, life, mirror,
Form: Free verse