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
By Secret Thoughts Within and Vintage Black I am your only late night listener, Savoring your words spoken Over and over, Alone in the blackness. Messages played on loop In the radio host sound Of your voice, I tune in to enjoy Yet another twilight sample. Your poetic mixtape Of descriptive drunken words Makes perfect sense To my late-night soul, So, I dial in every sunset. Alas! That intoxicating oeuvre, Over and over I play it as I live in fear That you’ll disappear And I’ll end up, Singing in silence. After such a lust driven Radio overdose, I keep listening to your lyrical musings, They feel like luxurious textured notes For the soul of this, Your only late-night listener. * * * * * This is my second collab with the WONDERFUL Secret Thoughts Within (if you haven't been to her blog yet - please run and read her beautiful poems, check her amazing collabs and listen to her subtly mesmerizing spoken words). Great collab fun and really joyful writing experience!
Flying crazy And loopy sounds Those loony tunes House breaking moulds Silver tights And bright blue shoes A light of fancy A daring spy A ruthless dream A tearful song A seamstress Stream Ten hours, Gone You’ll never text Too sad, Too bad, Forget, forget A fearless sight Smells of ashes Speed of light True singalong Tap dancing night To loony tunes A daring spy A flight of fancy, A seamstress Stream Too mad Too bad Ten hours sad Deep down - Reach out! And sing along To this, My very Own... ...Blue Cinderella DARK ROCK SONG
To all the ones That read my poems That hear me bare That don’t despair The texts The laughs The hidden Meanings The sounds The smiles The profound Feelings The rooms The streets Snow-covered Stay And thick, grey Smoke That will One day Become star Dust Till you will Sway That scent That sound Oh all So near Takes me To a time When you Were here To all The ones That read My poems I thank you Kindly With free verse Sonnets And thick, grey Smoke That will One day Become star Dust Till you will Stay Resound Profound, Heart-felt, Unbound Remains, Dear reader, A fragrant Sound Silencio
Draw one tattoo For me I'll ink another one For you A tat One And only We'll share Our pink Pillow book, Inked verse, Stained bed Of love, longing, Pain, undeserved, Unsearched, and, yet conquered, Profound, One lasting bond, Fancy lettering, Blue This, Our night's Little secret, Still true Bold, and, forever, Subdued, Our Pink Pillow Poem, Tattooed
By Secret Thoughts Within and Vintage Black A true wild heart A fine glass of wine With steadfast resolve I walk all divine Keep walking good warrior And never look back Those trolls, demons, Vampires Deep love They do lack Honey, I've lived my life I know the road you are on I'll share my secrets To keep your heart strong Lay hold of pure light Let go of perfection These wrinkles and lines Are true beauty’s reflection Keep walking good warrior And never look back Those trolls, demons, Vampires Deep love They do lack Reckless Sons of a Dick Will never deserve you, Don’t play into their games Tell them quickly “you’re through” The fears in your mind They won't last too long You’ll realise your value And begin to rise strong Keep walking Good warrior And never look back Those trolls, demons, Vampires Deep love They do lack Never don’t forget, honey, To keep your heart true To share your own wisdom One kick-ass rock coup Remember these thoughts And you’ll have real wealth, ~ Your truly divine Old warrior Self * This is my very first WP collaboration — in general, and with Secret Thoughts Within :) I couldn't be more excited about it! Great fun co-writing this piece with Bree. I truly love and admire her poems and velvety spoken words. I am ever SO thankful for her constant support and great WP friendship!