Enough

​I watched the waves of cement 

Crash against the shore

While the manilla sunset

Raged towards its destination

 

I watched for what seemed like hours

 

Thought that if I squinted my eyes

Hard enough I could 

Capture the flame 

And keep it for my own 

 

The flame can’t be so easily tamed

 

It demands sacrifice 

Of the most penultimate

Resource known to mankind

 

Time

 

Fucking, time.

 

Take it

Take it all

 

I want to feel something for a change

I want to feel something deeply

 

When the warmth from a thousand splendid suns

Finally reaches me

I wanna welcome it with a smile

Saying, “I’ve been expecting you, my darling”

 

I want to upset someone

For no good reason

 

I want to howl against the moon for shining too bright 

 

I want to pour myself into a glass

Have me shaken, not stirred

And gulped down so I can find refuge in someone’s belly

 

I want to make someone feel something for a change 

I want them to feel something deeply

 

I want to dissipate from denial

Into anger

Edge around bargaining

Until acceptance is never found

 

Float up into tiny spaces

Sting eyes, and nose and lips and all

Starry eyes and runny noses

 

My friend told me she hates the beach

It’s vastness makes her feel she isn’t enough 

I don’t even bat my eyes when I retort back,

 

“I never feel enough”

Say

So I put a stopper to my tongue 

Cause I feel if I say too much,

If I address all the bees in my head
They would be real.
So I put a stopper on my brain

And pray to God that, the thoughts are kept at bay

Cause I’d rather take the thrashing waves,
Than the storm.
So when I say,

Whatever I say

I don’t mean it, lightly
For when I say

I want to memorize all the embraces, you gift me

Remember the way you look at me,

Smile,

And call me names.

I don’t mean it lightly
If I say

That I love how your skin brushes against mine

The way you slyly grin at me, for thinking you’re a clever motherfucker

I don’t mean it lightly
If I mention 

How the infernal mountains, pale in comparison to your beauty

How I love when your soul brushes against mine

I don’t mean it lightly
When I say

You bring along the musty rains 

And drench me to the skin

Please, don’t take it lightly
So, if I say, 

All these things, and not

I promise, I don’t mean it lightly.

Synchronous Bloom

​Your body

Is my pilgrimage 

Of worship

 

A place

Where my hands reach to

Offer absolutions

 

I use my silvery tongue

To get you around the bend

And tell you that your flesh 

 

Blesses mine, with a stain

That’s more than just skin deep

 

So I press my heart against yours

Waiting for the two drums

To beat as one

 

I press my mouth against yours

And eat the words 

That died upon your lips

 

My mouth traces

Every inch of your skin and bones

Until my hunger is satiated

 

A sliver of the midnight moon

Bathes us while we

Tangle ourselves deeper into one another

 

Every heavy breath, a sonnet

Every bite, an ode

Every moan, those three tired words

 

The air is heavy

With the scent of old perfume

While our two bodies talk

 

The burden on my hands, absolves

The stars in the sky, dissolves

And the argument our bodies have, resolves

As we bloom synchronously

Paper Thin


Her hair neatly tied in a bun

That carries all of her thoughts

Which can’t be bothered with right now

For they scare her more than any shaitan could

 

She would swallow you alive

Or at least have you believe she could

Her jet back eyes

Dead against the burning light

 

She smiles, and clinks champagne glasses

Eating mussels and caviar

With the very people she wants to shoot through the heart

She smiles, an untrue smile

 

The people she believes in

Want to use her gender as a weapon 

They don’t believe her to be an equal

 

Dousing herself in war paint

She cradles her gun like a newborn 

And marches onto the streets

Her skirt, resisting the wind’s advances 

 

Her beret is tilted

Saluting the sun in it’s upward march

Her smile is crooked

As she loads a magazine into the gun

 

She turns corners like she turns 

Pages of a book that she’s least 

Interested to read

But feels guilty enough to scrape through

 

She tip toes to the rendezvous point

And snaps her fingers to the

Beat of the song that’s been stuck in

Her head since last summer

 

She winks at her comrades

As they slowly fill out the space

Between her

And the message she wants to send

 

To everyone who had her 

Figured out to be made of the same

Metal as the ones who had 

Come eons before her

 

Her comrades tie their hair in a bun

And watch her show them three fingers

Two

One

 

And then.

 

Then there was no stopping

The volley of bullets

That made concrete walls

Seem paper thin

 

The roar of the gun

Silencing any and all lies

Spoken by those despicable people

Promising something out of their control

 

The air is heavy

With powdery fumes

So they toss their arsenal

And chase their way, underground

 

Filling the streets with their hysterical laughter

My Hands

My hands

Are stained

By your deep colour

 

My hands

They burn

From the flames that glow in you

 

My hands

Are healed

By the foaming waves that twist and turn in your belly

 

My hands

Are damp

When they slip around on your palms

 

My hands

Are restless

So they tip toe upon your naked bossom

 

My hands

They itch

To draw something new upon your canvas

 

My hands 

Are battered

Fresh against your war torn fists

 

My hands

Are curious

They ask questions to the answers they think they already know

 

Your hands

Are open

Patiently spilling out thought after thought 

 

My hands 

Were forgotten

Discarded like a book that has been read too much

 

My hands 

Aren’t my hands any anymore

They ceased to bring out the beauty of the moon anymore

 

My hands 

Have broken their silence

For in the space between us

 

They have found a new home

Time Eater

​Twisting and turning

In my sleep

While the ghost of my memories

Hold me down and don’t let go of me

 

They sing ballads of the past

And the future

And

         Judge everything 

                                            I do

 
Marble is softer

Than the most honest embraces

And the the truth serenades lullabies

That I choose to ignore

 

Promises that I’ve made to myself

Would have been followed

If only I spoke them out aloud

 

The same mistakes

Would have been avoided

If only I could scatter away the remnants of my past

 

Truth’s perception has been corroded

It’s been called a bitter pill to swallow

It has been said to sting the ears

 

But truth 

Is the sweetest of concoctions 

Its beautiful honesty will make you blush

Its genuine talks will move you

 

I know this

Yet I do nothing

 

I eat time

And I devour souls

Till my hunger is satiated 

And all that is left in my mouth is ash

We Exist

Today is the tomorrow we were promised yesterday

Today has come and gone

And our inability to stand up against unrighteousness 

Has been taken advantage of

 

We’re to blame

If we silently watch

Atrocities being acted out

And don’t speak up

 

So speak up.

 

We will disappear

Into nothing

But the words we speak

Will rage on for eons

 

So say something beautiful

And change the world we live in

 

We won’t be

We can’t be

Silenced

And we won’t go quietly 

 

Let the walls

Shudder from our chants

When we come together and proclaim

‘We exist’

 

Let the wolves of the midnight hour

Howl in unison

As our chant grows louder

‘We exist’

 

Let the foaming seas

Change the course of their tides

As we fill the air with our chants

We exist