I know I can edit my past for I’m the mistress of my own cinematic adventures While I abuse /produce/ /infuse// blank pages /with slightly pointless verses/// All for these naked cuts carving impressions hiding intentions —laying half-wet paper out to dry—. * I know I can edit my past for I’m the mistress of my own cinematic adventures While I abuse /produce/ /infuse// blank pages /with slightly pointless verses/// carving impressions hiding intentions fading projections of this aged film —my very own director’s cut—.
* She lost her eyes she lost her smile she lost her face / And, in Lebanon, she lost her voice too / Yet deep inside she kept shouting — strengthening her stance embodying her fears engraving her verses crushing silence with her words / Subtly filling that empty space with loud songs / * * He was stingy with kisses — those knowing lips / Burying those screams — odd entourages — indelibly leaving her fearful skin coarse and raw / Yet he ever so gently, almost lovingly, adjusted her headscarf before day prayer * * * She lost her eyes she lost her smile she lost her face / And, in Lebanon, she lost her voice too / Yet deep inside she kept shouting — strengthening her stance embodying her fears engraving her verses crushing silence with her words / Subtly filling that empty space with loud songs /
unwritten poems a lowercase feast a naked draft lacking r h y m i n g wisdom f l o a l t i i n n e g s a subtle feeling of r e m i n i s c e n c e one she barely cares about— immersed as she seems in undressed a p a t h y * a l i t h e creature starkly pictured through mindless streams “the Queen is d e a d”— old whisper. she lowers her eyes, p l a y i n g ignorant to solemn news * Today she wakes up From yet another s o l s t i c e dream and while she chases s h y r h y m e s she keeps on scribbling —blurred lines, yet fearless— rich with the anecdotes Of the time traveller
You seduced my blank p a g e s w i t h a purple stare Your s c o r e agile —with bare lines, fragile— and a smoky flair * Paper trails going a m i s s during o u r morning walks While we kept silent O, u n s p o k e n mysteries— fading n o c t u r n e hawks * We felt dazed by unscripted p l a y s that informed f a s t dreams They begun as poems untied their l a c e s c r a z y thoughts redeemed * I seduced your blank pages with s c a r l e t thoughts Our minds pondered— carving fine-line wonders— on s k i n s they seamed * Now our page is orphan, blank, and d e v o i d of our ink scratches Which we read as p o e m s but then turned all silent s a f e in thoughts— slow-streamed * There is a sea of echoes all those t i n t e d glasses s t o r i e s that—still screamed Yet we had to stay silent —while we craved e m b r a c e s— crazy thoughts R e d e e m e d ? *with thanks to my beautiful beta reader
Under the sea all somber rites b l u e l i n e s that twist and gunshot cries Those birds that sing this autumn night all b e a m i n g g o l d all dancing bright These c a r e f u l thoughts your vinyl lips their eerie looks those birds in flight Spreading wings that sail - fair air - this perfect d r e a m in dark blue glare And while I walk up velvet stairs kiss v i n y l l i p s write verse to blare All silver sound, and d a u n t i n g t o n e s those wild, and wilder, dancing bones A tear suppressed, repressed, expressed, two f i g h t i n g figures - facing death Some long- g o n e f e a r s your eyes, in prayer kiss vinyl lips I sigh - you dare All silky, silver, versing storms, s u c h b o l d, and daunting under-tones Red clouds that sing this autumn night all b e a m i n g g o l d all dancing bright This dream - one story all p a i n t e d w h i t e calm, by the sea; I’ll stay. T o n i g h t
I. She once stopped imagining w h a t - i f s and e m b e l l i s h i n g her sleepless nights with troublesome i n n u e n d o e s / Untamed she grew and f e r t i l e dreams she inhabited * For it felt wilder to dance fox-like than to grow white h a i r s / II. A fiery figure ready to jump into a l o o m i n g sea of unfinished v e r s e s Her unblinking eyes facing that s t o r m y screen— the one kept dirty by her d r i p p i n g words III. She once stopped imagining w h a t - i f s and embellishing her sleepless nights with troublesome i n n u e n d o e s / Untamed she grew and fertile d r e a m s she inhabited * For it felt wilder to dance fox-like than to grow white h a i r s / IV. Sparkling fingertips painting it all b r i g h t b o l d, y e l l o w , For she stopped imagining w h a t - i f s and started speaking in unspoken v e r s e s V. Forever embellishing her d a r k e n e d dreams with S f u m a t o s m i l e S
Willfully silent and opaquely beautiful Like a love affair that fades wordlessly, A two-act word play just hinted at. A fateful page the reader doesn’t want to turn —Lest it blankly shine, so devoid of meaning— A blurry sentence smudged on the mirror —If only they could read it out— Drafts left behind while I was still in transit, Silent tunes I hum to myself, Unwritten plays I, by heart, remember, —And will not dare enact—
Last night I travelled to the dream libraries of our childhood summers A pastel-coloured palette, cotton candy, and liquorice o n m y l i p s I imagined fantasy birds, fell in love with new words, And savoured mesmerising s o u n d s * Last night I travelled to the dream libraries of our childhood summers Nina sings to herself while I rub my eyes— still too sleepy A sandy, crisp, and q u i e t m o r n i n g , This pastel-coloured palette, cotton candy— vigilant of sunshine g l e a m s * A night roulette that freckles our slight years— D a r k a f t e r t h o u g h t s Lazy drafts on a tattered notebook Blending together unspoken d i g r e s s i o n s ever so gently w h i s p e r e d confessions L i k e b l u e b e r r y n o t e s
Tender fire Loving, grand, Witless fables— Vacuous S o u n d s Damn his hunger For fast food Callow words And easy D e a l i n g s When all I fancied Was slow-cooked, Spicy lines, And complex M e a n i n g s ! * Wide, wide, windows, Lavish bloom, Pompous, charming, Prosaic, B l a n d Damn his hunger For fast food Callow words And easy D e a l i n g s When all I fancied Was slow-cooked, Spicy lines, And complex M e a n i n g s ! * Tender fire Loving, grand, Witless fables— Vacuous S o u n d While I did…cherish? Relish! Stand! By tender fire, Prosaic, G r a n d O near missteps On fast-burned lights, This doomed, doomed, Pyre of fast D e l i g h t s
He smiles as I write these words A twist of lemon, some bitter tonic— flowing through thirsty veins * I smile as he draws a pair of eyes The ones that brighten the darkest days of our nocturne souls * Chilly air swirls into our empty space While I get rid of commas, full stops— irreverent aftertastes * It all ends with a styled, stained letter and a twist of lemon— As it gently infuses our vodka and tonic, —And this fine, short, tale
S l o w l y , yet oozing danger, a spider trail-blazes the path to her silver mansion The one I, yawning and weary-eyed, visit on sleepless nights I shout— but there is no point in getting bewildered— I’m just tripping / I n t h i s i m a g i n a r y i m p l o s i o n o f m y s l e e p l e s s m i n d / Slowly, but fearlessly I approach the light with cautious steps I can’t sleep, I shout— yet my loving cuddle keeps escaping her kiss of death / I d r e a m o f a l i f e o f w o n d e r b a r e l y h i d d e n b e h i n d h e r s l i m y w a l l s / Truth is spiders were never my chosen companions in day-dreaming adventures Still, she seems quirky enough to become my nocturne muse As I, yawning, and weary-eyed, follow the path into her S i l v e r M a n s i o n
By Secret Bree and Vintage Black With a piercing stare and unquenchable appetite— I’m one of the wild ones captivating and fierce Slowly ever so vigilantly you approach trying to embrace me with velvet sounds —Casting that wicked magic of a wild cat whisperer— Yet I’m not falling prey to your taming charms Inevitably you’ll fall in lust Everything else turning to dust against my sensual verses Sweaty, playful- breathing, s l o w Will you join me when I start to lick and lay down l o w rocking my hips— begging you /in verse/ oh, please come? Foxy feline needing fun Sighing feeling outstretched back Wild one ponders when to a t t a c k I know you enjoy watching me wild and free but remember from my bedroom there are no escapees You better be careful I tease, and I bite But do not fear— it’s ever so slight You won’t get hurt I rock my hips— so loud you sigh— you welcome me with arms open wide I’m one of the wild ones captivating and fierce With wild anticipation, all sweaty, untamed, in thrusting tempo, in pleasurable pain We tease we lick we sigh it hurts But just ever so slightly…. Wild play
Devil player faded charm mindless trickster she dared fight, One fair combat— all she wanted yet, the truth is, he, d e c l i n e d Biding adieu to his wonders such a let down ice rock heart She kept weaving her wild verses while she smoked, she drank, she laughed Yet he fired treason bullets thinking he’d just reaped her heart He believed her wounds were deadly— lousy honour, crumbling Bard! Yet the stars, my friends, just wished that night, For old-time cheats to burn to ash And with fighting all abandoned, on forged devil with a mask She poured unforgiving lava, blazing verses, flaming darts Biding adieu to his wonders while s h e F i r e s, L o v e s , a n d W r i t e s
Silver songs and sombre sounds like silent stories— stoned, profound Writing, boldly, of wild, wild dreams, this page all soaked with bright, red ink My tears pouring down that page, just drowning words with startled rage While smoking, writing, dreaming, stoned, Those letters blurring— poems I owned My silver song so stoned it fades The story inhabits dark, stark caves Yet writing, boldly, of wild, wild dreams, that nearly burst with bright red ink And those stoned letters cast long shades, All dripping, bloodied, verse cascades While smoking, writing, dreaming, stoned, Those letters blurring— poems I owned My ire blazing on that page just burning words with startled rage And writing, boldly, of wild, wild dreams, This silver song, so stoned— It fades.
I strived to collect the shattered pieces of your broken mirror The one you bought to catch a glimpse of your ailing soul I’d slowly arrange those crystal pieces into a living puzzle My hands got scarred, my heart, all aching— fearing one high toll My mind all floundered, just picking pieces off the cold ceramics My feet all naked, as I kept walking on that unswept floor * You yearned to collect the shattered pieces of your broken mirror The one You bought to catch a glimpse of your unmasked whole Yet your aid, guarded, while it was wanted, you just kept all secret, For hell, lightened, may have one day granted your long-wished parole Forever silenced, while it was wanted, it remained a secret, a living puzzle a shattered mirror— a sight so bold * I’d try to arrange those crystal pieces into a living puzzle The one that would once brighten such a dim-lit gaol Yet my aid, guarded, while it was needed, you just kept all secret, Those empty promises words void of meaning— a death foretold Yes—it was wanted, those shattered pieces, a living puzzle, Which you kept guarded, forever silenced, an ailing soul
Rare words, Wildly Running Through those Full lips— Untimed The ones you Didn’t dare Open When trying To speak Your riveting Lies Rivers of sound Reverberating Through Silence, Flying arabesques Of the mind— In your dreams, So far away In that gloomy horizon Silent Words— Wildly pouring through Tearful Sights Soft mounds, Rare waters— Some eerie Arabesque Light The one you Wouldn’t dare Shed— While plotting Your riveting Lies Silent words Soothing waters— And ghostly Dreams of Might
W i t h h o p e, they paint their lucid dreams o f y o n d e r f e e l i n g f l u i d , S p r e a d i n g a r m s in d r u n k e n c o l o u r e d s n o w Unspoken fantasy— melting into a madman’s f l o r i d l a n d s c a p e Their heart, f r o z e n , aged — yet still moving to the beat of this f r e e f l o w * W i t h h o p e, they paint their lucid dreams o f y o n d e r Naughtily stirring the s o o t h i n g c a l m n e s s of s u c h w o e As, from afar, they look at this f r e s h l y p a i n t e d l a n d s c a p e , f e e l i n g f l u i d , Their minds a l i g h t w i t h d r u n k e n c o l o u r e d g l o w
By Secret Thoughts Within and Vintage Black I am so tired so very, very tired of not feeling comfortable within myself I am so weary so very, very weary of putting my heart back on the shelf Tired tired tired Weary weary weary Comfortable with nothing and weary with so little my shelf life (patience) expired and my honest thoughts are cracked and b r i t t l e Feelings in disguise, yet naked to my eyes tired of dried tears words stumbling in my mouth I’m comfortable with nothing I keep wearing this sad face, walking through my life feeling barely awake I am so tired so very, very tired of not feeling comfortable within myself I am so weary so very, very weary of putting my heart back on the shelf Tired tired tired Weary weary weary I open my eyes stifle a yawn allow my heart to take some chances Some friendly hugs Some cheeky words Some flirty engaging glances Still so tired, and so weary I am Yet I know, with a smile a verse a stream of thought, a nice coffee under the sun I’ll awaken from dreams and all I have lost and slowly but surely discover my heart's still beating— s o s t r o n g *Third piece I write with the lovely Secret Thoughts within - always great fun collaborating with her
Where is her tiny Black dress? The one She wanted to Wear that E v e n i n g A dress of Fancy, Bitter, Sweet and Dark-tinged V e r s e Prose-dyed, Vague-styled, But, still, Written with Her, I n u n i s o n Neither Of them Wanting To die A verse-less D e a t h For this, They together Caress, An achingly D a r k , — B o l d B l a c k — D y e d D r e s s — V e r s e
Fragments of deep verse Washing ashore Yet the lyrical tempest Hasn’t even S t a r t e d In this rough and slumbering, Wetly dry and Wicked, Late summer of slow w o r d s Wake up, W o r d S t o r m e r Have you ever dreamed of such a late, And furious, Timeless, Fateful, Somber, Fearsome, Word S t o r m ? Wake up, W o r d S t o r m e r Sedimented stanzas Washing ashore Yet the lyrical tempest Hasn’t even S t a r t e d Far removed from Self, Far removed From Other, Far removed from Poets— Far removed— Smothered In this rough, slumbering, Wetly dry and Wicked, Late summer Of slow w o r d s Wake up, P o e m S t o r m e r
We haven’t met In real life I’ve barely seen Your framed P r o f i l e Yet your words Illuminate My path Your empath Soul My spirit L i g h t e n s This soft Bright verse All weaved in P u r p l e A wickedly Magnetic rhymer Wielding words With infinite poetic N o u s A great Wing poetess A gifted lyricist— And a better F r i e n d This soft Bright verse All weaved in P u r p l e I gift you back This free- Spirited Scripted, T e r s e , Mild-waved Wild-rhymed But honestly, Faithfully, D e e p l y , All purple, Waved, and Soulfully Written V e r s e T h e s e P u r p l e W a v e s
A g e n t p r o v o c a t r i c e she tried t o b e a n d p r i c k e d b y t h o r n y — p o e m s these fingers, n o w, b a r e r h y m e s c a n ' t s r b l c i b e * y e t s h e 's a d i l e t t a n t e — at a m b i g u i t y she d i t h e r s * t h i s g l a r i n g s u n e m b a l m i n g l i g h t will b a t h e her f r a i l y e t r h y t h m i c m i g h t * she y e a r n s , once m o r e, t o d i v e i n , s i m w blue - b i r t h i n g v e r s e i n l u s c i o u s i n k * t h i s g l a r i n g s u n e m b a l m i n g l i g h t will b a t h e her f r a i l y e t r h y t h m i c m i g h t * A g e n t p r o v o c a t r i c e she t r i e d t o b e and d i t h e r d i d and d i t h e r w i l l * u n d e r n e w l i g h t a b a r e b l u e b o l d , free v e r s e — t a k e s f t l h i g * A g e n t p r o v o c a t r i c e g o t n e a r l y k i l l e d , b u t b i r d of m i g h t — r e b o r n she found h e r * and d i t h e r d i d and d i t h e r w i l l these fingers, n o w , b a r e r h y m e s d o s r b l c i b e * r e b o r n and full of m i g h t i n i n k she t h r i v e s in i n k she s w i m s * A g e n t p r o v o c a t r i c e she tried t o b e yet s h e ' s a d i l e t t a n t e — at a m b i g u i t y she d i t h e r s
these days i feel too mild to grasp life with a mordacious bite i lose my pencils easily and i permanently misplace my pens and pads my words end up stored away in fridges, where i’d rarely look, Alas! lest I turn ravenous with rhyming lust my lazy verses, in arrears, they become tears of m o d e r o b goodbye steam lettering on a hot bathroom M i r r o r r o r r i M
By Amber @Diosraw & Vintage Black We nursed those pixelated lilies back to WordPress life Time travelling the technicolor cyberspace Birthing new data nova blossoming ripples The way our readers would love them to sway and rhyme Forever poetically entwined like old 'net souls, Smelling them, after one hell of a poet hard day's night Those petals never smelled so beautiful, their aroma, yet untouched Frozen in the liquid space of virtual landscapes Traceable as textured blogging stanzas Scented like miniature screen snowdrops, with concealing yet revealing online veils and, O frail and pixelated lilies, interstellar. * * * For this “virtual eco-poetry” (own coinage :p) piece, I bounced ideas back and forth with Amber @Diosraw. Amber’s got a site with hundreds of resources on multiple topics - ranging from yoga, eastern spirituality, science, tech, alternative media, and many more.
I die A thousand Deaths, And cry A thousand Tears Inky drops Become Soft crease— On coarse skin, Renewed Fears I write This very Poem To tattoo it On your Skin White ink Is so translucent— Such a Slight, Poetic Sin I die A thousand Deaths, And cry A thousand Tears If only I’d read this On my palm— To get prepared For life’s exam But fact is, History Tells me, You can’t Read Between Inked lines I die A thousand Deaths, And cry A thousand Tears Profound verse, Quenching Thirst For life— Would tell You about Poetic Strive You die A thousand Deaths, And cry A thousand Tears Some dark Drop Stains, Soft, Wrinkled Skin On book Unwritten, Dark, And stark, And torn, And loud, And Magic, Start. And Feared. So. White. Teared.
Skin puzzle Dismantled In pieces It breaks A myriad of Heartbreaks A billion Blue tapes I turn on The radio My mind gets All buzz My eyes get All blurry My heart Gives a blast The mike Switches on No words Old travail I clear my mind My voice Won’t obey Skin puzzle Dismantled In pieces It breaks A myriad of Heartbreaks A billion Blue tapes They give you an answer You don’t wanna hear It’s sad and So lonely— No place For you here Now ready to go. Please do... Draw the curtain! And— Switch. off. That. Lamp. Steam rises, So hot here! That room— Gets. All. Damp. Don’t want Those Wall poems All soiled, Dyed, Smeared, Smudged Skin puzzle Dismantled In pieces It breaks A myriad of Heartbreaks A billion Blue tapes *** With love to my favourite beta reader; you know who you are ;-)
She was born An electric year Blank was her canvas Gone with the wind A hectic mind And fragile skin Tears of dust Heading to the Gold horizon Electric to touch And buzzing with Flying verse Dressed in cord pants Chunky brown shoes Curls down To her ears Eyes—wiser than Her years Tears of dust Heading to the Gold horizon Electric to touch And buzzing with Flying verse She was born To a bird of clay Blue was the sky Crimson obeyed— Turned cold prey Craftsmen say Magenta pigment Had ran out That day Tears of dust Heading to the Gold horizon Electric to touch And buzzing with Flying verse Paint on her fingertips Words down her eyelids Stardust kisses On her lips Electric blue tinges Nursing her Back to sleep Tears of dust Heading to the Gold horizon Electric to touch And buzzing with Flying verse She was born An electric year Blank was her canvas Gone with the wind A hectic mind And fragile skin
Slowly, slowly, You approach me Little creature Of the night I behold those Fancy feelings Wicked wizard Warm at heart? Slowly, slowly, I approach you Please don’t bite me Let me roam free Lion tamer Suave enchanter Got seduced by Your spider fang Softly gifting Piercing heartaches Wicked creature Golden night Slowly, slowly, You reproach me Swift-tonged monster Full of might I might leave this Fancy figment, Feathered, foamed, Velvet stream at heart I still dream, You— Wondrous creature, Would come, slowly, a n d S o f t l y , D a r k - v e i l e d , B I T E .
I often feel flustered with your never-ending sweet-toothed verses You are endowed with some greatly magical tricks Yet your poem interruptus meter often leaves me all cold and bothered Fact is, I'll never get sonnet-pregnant with your words 'Cause you always pull out your rhymes at the very last minute There is never enough time to come into ode-full moans and sighs My daylight dreams are all flustered and my imagination drawn to ecstatic snippets Lest it get too desirous of your malicious, yet infectiously mellifluous ballads Oh boy— this poem interruptus Of yours