Thursday, 16 August 2012

poems


Title: for C

Come on tell your plans,
your desires,
I want to listen,
whisper a yes and
maybe sometimes a giggle in your ear.
Tell me about that woman,
The other one,
Who holds your attention,
And I'll listen, patiently
Waiting for my cue to hold you.
Tell me about your day,
The mess at work,
The accident on the street,
And I'll listen, patiently
Waiting for my cue to kiss your forehead.
Come to bed, lie next to me,
Let go of reality and talk,
Maybe we can whisper,
And I'll listen, patiently
Waiting for my cue to sing you a lullaby.
And we'll wake up to warm sunlight,
Tell me about the dreams you had,
I'll run my fingers through your hair,
And I'll listen, and wait anxiously
For my cue to kiss you.

poetry for thought


Title: crazy

Collar up,
Hair up,
Don't say baby,
Don't say maybe,
Don't say someday,
Don't be crazy.
Don't talk about touch,
Don't say goodbye,
Don't say you miss me,
Don't stop smiling,
And I won't say I love you.
Talk to me,
Write to me,
Sing me a song,
Ill tell you a story,
And maybe sing along.
Don't think,
Don't feel,
Don't look,
Don't want,
Don't need, fall, scream, smile or even cry.
Don't sigh,
Don't shy,
Don't be cute,
Don't say those words,
Don't leave.
Stay a while,
We can watch the sunrise,
But while the sunsets on our lives,
Don't worry,
Don't stop,
Fill your heart.
Breath a while,
We can just be still,
But it'll be only for a while,
Don't think,
Don't stop,
Feel it all.
Think of me,
And ill think of you,
But it'll be hard to stop,
So, don't worry,
Don't stop,
Fill your heart.
Calm and steady,
Your heart is strong,
It'll be hard, but easy,
So, don't think,
Don't stop,
Feel it all.
We can just be still,
But it'll be only for a while,
Then you have to go,
And I have to go,
But for a while,
We can exist.

-2011

Poetry


Ttile: drug induced

Sleep induced,
Dreamless anticipation.
Windmill spies,
Staring at you, watching.
Music pulling, pushing,
Spies still watching.
Windmill spies,
Drooling at your anticipation.
Wanting your emotions,
Wanting you to give in.
Spies planting seeds,
Waiting for your mind to grow.
Dreamless sleep introduced,
So the seed may grow.
It's a plot, for something bigger,
Windmill spies taking over.
Feeding you lies,
Telling you stories.
Making you want more,
Think more, feel more.
Feeding you hopes,
Making to crawl and beg.
Sleep induced,
Dreamless anticipation.
Windmill spies,
Still staring and watching.

Wednesday, 22 February 2012

poetry for thought

title: split

my dearest,
i have not written in a while,
but it seems to me that this may be a verse,
or maybe just words.
who knows what you hold in your heart,
who knows of the future that may change,
four lines,
with a comma.
at the end of which a full stop,
a period; as some say,
maybe ill include an exclamation,
just to scream out your name!
music fills the spaces,
monotony of a day that i do not adore,
men and women i cannot have,
those are the spaces i haven't yet filled.
my dearest,
find your heart soon,
hold it close, kiss and hug it,
for it maybe the only one you find.
i miss you,
and i dream of you, of your lips,
when i might kiss them again,
and i have written now.
written at your demand,
not knowing what i typed,
all i know is that this reached you,
all i know is that you may feel.
tell me your secrets,
spill out your deepest desires,
or maybe share silence with me,
but just let me in on your plans.
my dearest,
here you have my words to you,
split all over, at random,
what have you to say to me??

feb 22, 2012