because we’re worth it
apparently
you’re not
obviously
pretty enough
stealing time
running around
SIT DOWN!
never quite here
nor there
always on the go
I wiggle my toe
you disagree
loudly
I agree
in silence
you disagree
obviously
because we’re worth it
apparently
in the city that never dies
tired eyes roll up the sky
wicked witches are flying high
caring nought for those in line.
empty streets, and broken lights
casting shadows seen by none
the silent echo howling wild
we’re all going to die.
but meet me at the border
go where I reside
I’m borderline by nature
borderline by choice.
I expect you at the crossing
betwixt the pillars of light
no empty street awaits you
you’re not going to die.
we’ll join the line astanding
steady on the ground
our eyes firmly focused on
the city that never dies.
Someone shot at me today,
a shot from beyond and afar.
In broad daylight with bipeds, scattered all around.
There’s was no hesitation, in the friendly gorgeous smile.
But Cupid’s arrow failed once more,
to penetrate the heart.
Is it too much to ask for
A pair of lips
With a gentle face
To study in detail
To study from afar
I gently touch them and
Suck Them – on a Saturday night
They’re in my dreams
Not far away
I awake and
Long for those cherry lips
Is it too much to ask for
A pair for Christmas
This year also
This year too
No love and no loss
Two hands in one pocket
With lust and glossy lips
The hangover not wanted
Know yourself and
Know thy enemy
Seek not what they want
But shed a tear when they flee in fear
Your empty pocket
Cold
Empty pocket
Lost
No time to spare
No love and no loss
Ever
“you can’t.. not love me”, he pleaded, “I am the one… the only, the silent sailor, the bringer of myrr and your fulfiller of dreams”
“Then why don’t you..”, she hesitated, “.. ”
“you can’t.. not love me”, he repeated, “I am …”
“Yes I know what you are. I can see it.. ”, she interrupted, “ .. but you can’t”
“Can’t what?”
“Can’t see”
“Can’t see what?”
“Exactly. Now hopp along, skippy”
Prompted by a @thatrandomprompt prompt
At the end of the day
nothing
void
silence
infinity inverting
the patters recurring
the end of the end
a beginning
Prompted by a @desertdreamprompts prompt
You call me and
I come
You swallow
My words
Wholly
Not missing a drop
Of the tears
Falling
Yours or mine or ours
Falling free
Regrettably
Falling free
Eternally
Falling free
Finally
It’s half past nine and
We’ve had bottles of wine
Not late at night but
I’m dancing with Delight
She smiles at me
I’m hanging from a tree
The gingerbread man
Is nudging at me
So sudden the thought
Of balance is fought
No reason for that
I am flat my back
It’s half past nine and
I’m not awake
I’m dancing with Delight and
She’s laughing at me
There was love in her eyes but he didn’t see it, didn’t understand the basics, the core of emotions guiding them on their journey.
She had confidence though, that with time she would manage to break him, to make him see the light, the fundamentals guiding them all.
He thought her weird, a bi-product of too long an exposure to the new age. Infinity and beyond, he would never surrender his freedom, at any cost.
There was love in her eyes, a chill in his heart, a shared passion that would keep them apart.
Forever.
