BY YOUR LEAVE
significantly
&supposedly
scribbled
aesthetics
prepare
by
implication
in
accord
embroidered
instantly
inscribed
&wonderfully
named
depicted
seemingly
by emphasise
conspicously
fantasised
thereafter
by suggested
&
pivotal
pointed
touch
restored
&secured
Putting all our effort,
Into building ourselves a fort,
Will few problems sort,
If unlocking the gate does not seem worth the effort,
When others won't come out of their fort,
Afraid to trust anyone to guard their port,
When they leave their fort
To drink our port,
And toast another good sort.
Sail away with me, my darling, to distant lands
leave the past behind us while we still can
Dare it to catch us, ever onward sail
this small vessel ~ our everlasting jail
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leave me to the lingering
leave you to the stringing me along
there goes my vacancy of interest,
i’m caving for you.
there goes my weightless breath
it’s collapsing my throat now
throughout my thoughts of you.
since you’ve taken leave
i’ve found it convenient to withdraw
from my tendencies to chase you,
so i’m holding back.
my fingers still symbolize yours when
my heat arises and when i get alone
because i can’t exist in darkness
without your face behind my eyes.
By your words you wounded my soul
Creating a hole that was long ago whole
There is no solution, no redemption
Ignoring temptation, I’ll choose separation
I want to take my distance
Despite my heart’s hard resistance
To be freed of this deed, it’s a need
You’re a weed I have to get rid of to succeed
But if you come back and talk to me
I fear I won’t have the strength to flee
I’ll beg you to never insist
‘Cause I’ll never be able to resist
i can't get away
for some reason the ocean
calls me by name
Currently it’s nothing better
Than this summer Sunday morning
I imagined your love letter
Sent you my reply - it’s coming
Passing time that never waits
Heading further to your part
Of the country, landing straight
To the mailbox of your heart
You may open my reply
Or leave it unread and lost
In the depth of this July
Soon erased by winter frost..
Tonight
I almost wrote a goodbye.
Not because I hated life,
but because life felt
too heavy to carry alone.
The page was empty.
The pen waited.
And for a moment
I thought a few final words
could close the door
on all the noise inside me.
But the strange thing about silence
is that it listens back.
The room stayed still.
My breath kept moving.
The night did not ask me to leave.
I realized
what I wanted
was not an ending.
I wanted rest.
I wanted someone
to see the invisible weight
I had been holding quietly.
So the paper remained blank.
Not because the pain disappeared
but because something small
refused to give up.
A quiet thought
that said:
You don’t have to finish
your story tonight.
So I folded the page,
put the pen down,
and let the morning
have its chance.
ocean
curtains
dry gloom
combs room
baggage
spilt depths
torn bed
salt scents
footprints
shore fixed
rip tide
swept eyes
hermit
true fit
water
spiller
seagulls
cry, girl
break surf
fracture
dogs wait arrival
long whines and loud barks scold us
no more road trips
Can you see me here, my dear?
I wane like an autumn day,
and ~leashed to your dusk~
I fade . . . .
So sadly I’m fading away.
You are my sun, the only one,
my everything for me.
You vanish warmth, and trembling
I stand
~where sky drifts into sea.~
Each time you leave, I grieve.
For sunrise I then yearn.
~I will find you beyond
the stars~
if by dawn you do not return.
Mommy, please don't go away,
I want you here, with me to stay.
My little hand, it needs your touch,
I love you, Mommy, oh so much.
The world feels big, and I feel small,
Without you, Mommy, I might fall.
Your arms are safe, your eyes are kind,
Please, Mommy, leave me behind.
I'll be good, I promise, true,
Just please don't leave-I need you too.
Baby you are all I need
Radiant in masculinity
Every inch of you is perfect
Are you mine to claim?
Thoughts of you, thoughts of us
How did I get so lucky?
Life is like a box of chocolates
Everyone so divine
Soft and sensual
Sabastian you are so fine!
“This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper”
(T.S. Eliot, The Hollow Men)
I guess the version of a bang
Is far more real, than the whimper’s
The hollow men and their gang
Are going to set the new clear winter
They'll get their long-desired perfection
In comforts of the underground
Believers will enjoy ascension
And all the rest will face the ground
Inhale the poisoned air and see
It’s late to cry when you get split
So whimpers time is now, shall we
Join their choir, or just leave it?
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