Cross

[Photo by Steoville]

Am drunk

So nothing gets in my head

Better stay away.

Am a bull-headed asshole.

I was wrong with the people who I never ought to meet.

Am crossed with you.

Mannequin

Am a walking mannequin when am out in street.

[Artwork by Salvador Dali]

Unconnected

I feel like I got to make an effort.

Connecting the broken cable,

Twisted and torn away,

I have gone through all the pain, since I couldn’t spell a word.

He, who is true, deserves.

Am holding back with a time bomb,

I will burst up my brain when I touch the copper.

Let me try once,

And I will disappear

Her Fall

And she falls off from the mount.

The tall story that she believed was just a fiction.

She couldn’t hold the white lie.

And she hop’s off the mount again.

Broken hip, Bleeding horn.

She weeps, shedding tears, keening.

And she hop’s off the mount again.

But her bohemian soul still stood there.

Hushed as halcyon era and idyllic. 

Shamelessly

My body glows with the shame of being with you.

I expand and contract as I suck in the poison from your lips.

Bitter enough.

Growl tongue.

And she rips of my jaw.

All That She Can Do

I burn,

You suffer,

He dies and she smiles.

We fuck,

I explore,

Live life and she carries.

I am symmetry,

Built for you,

Custom made and she owns it.

I drown,

I die,

She kills and she leaves.

You Could Never Know

I can’t believe that the world in which I live in is all just a fake word.

I can’t even believe that the world where I live in is of humans who eat themselves to survive.

I can’t understand what greediness is, even after I am so much greedy.

I can’t understand what these feelings are which makes me write beyond I could reach.

I can experience the limitlessness that I can have with my life ahead but too short.

I know that you are not able to figure out what I say, and I don’t want anyone to be.

And my words best define me without letting anyone know.

Everybody have an incomplete broken part of my story and no one is one.

And I am the one.