Easy Art

I had rendered it impossibe

But you seem to have had passed

I thought it as the strangest thing

For a person to feel like art

Every quote that ever went

Along the lines of love

Felt to have fallen out of a fool’s fantasy

Too warm to break the ice in this heart

But when you lent me some of your light

The darkest parts of me grew roses

How did you do it, what a rude impasse

I look at you like I would look at the stars

The same wonder fills my gaze

How did you carve your place in my heart?

Should you be punished for such a crime

Or should I just spend the next few minutes

Locking in the memory of you, the scent of your being

The way your lock falls on your brow

Or the way you blush when we touch

Or the way your sweat lines the edges of your jaw 

Or how tears line your cheekbones when you look at children

Look at me already staring too long

I wish we could say out loud what went on in our heads

If only it was as easy as the love quotes make it sound

Haiku: Love

My love for you flows
Like waterfalls through the pores
Of my skin and soul

I let you in whole
Inhaled the beauty of your being
And memorized you

Should my love lie bare
On the floor one day, among shards
Of a broken heart

And you let go like
Sand trickling out of the vaults
That you broke into

I clean bits of you
Off my shattered mind and soul
And remind myself

My love for you flows
Like a swelling river that
In abundance floods

Imagine 

Imagine if I came to you
Fly across all oceans and skies and tear through the clouds and the stars
See the sun spit fire in all it’s rage 
And pass the moon as he weeps from lifelessness
What if I float through the dark forever, let it consume me and become me
Disintegrate my mind to tiny bits and pieces
Would I then be close to you my Maker?
This soul wants to leave and reach you
My dreams only show me a light that I must float to
I tried writing poems for you but my pen loses rhyme every time I think of you
My jaw quivers and my eyes get cloudy, the pen scribbles as if it has a life of its own
If I came to you my Maker, would you love me for hating you 
Would you forgive me and show me and remove the knot from my mind
Would you place a piece of your light where my heart should be
Smile at me like a teacher does at a struggling student
“Think deeply about the wonders and creation of the universe”, you had said
Drove me into madness, now cure me my Maker
You made me and the angels and the Devils and all evil
They say you will everything but you kill everything too
Am I insane or are they
They call you names and I have too but I want to not hate you 
I fall on omy knees in prostration every time do
I am insane just as you had willed it to be
And I want to come running to you
This flesh and this earth imprisons me, separates me from you
Will it that I may come floating to you
Tell the keepers of my soul that it’s time for my release
That it’s time for me to meet you
Will it my Maker and kill this prison of life 
So that I may reach the light of you
Leave the futility of earthly matters and see the absolute

Clay

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What more am I than
A living statue of painted expressions
Carved in beauty yet lacking life
Filling emotion in a barren heart
Every beat a crackle in the chest
Shouldn’t I be feeling something
Butterflies they call it
Intruders in my stomach
Shouldn’t my head spin
At the sight of you
When my head approves
But how do people like you
Conjure love out of the blue
How do you string words to suit
What plays in your thoughts
Should’nt my heart skip a beat
Or my breath fall short
When you come near
Then why do I feel nothing
Except a void that I call home
An emptiness I can never seem to fill
Do you see what I fail to hide
How do I look through your eyes
Does your image of me have a smile transfixed
Or does conceit fill the contours of my face
Or do I look like just another girl
To stare at in hallways and lust to at night
How do I tell one apart from the other
How do I tell you apart from the others
Maybe its better to not guess at all
Save a heartbreak from happening
Make apathy your friend in need
Clay dolls don’t know of tragedy

An Ode to The Ocean

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You beautiful monster
Drifting careful in a slumber
Deeper than your thunder, how?
You deadly lover
Riding warriors on your back
Giver of life
Your ripples of anger
Setting in action only destruction
You magnanimous creature of wonder
How?
Your waters a thing of horror
Where do you keep your love
Does it come and then leave
Like your tides on days of glee
Where do you keep your love
Your barren surface deludes my ignorant, how?
Shall I bow down?
Your towers of liquid, send my blood to shivers
In these fragile bones, my heart booms
With warnings and rules
Your belly is a “valley of doom”
But I see no doom, how?
You astounding monster,
Sitting in the eye of the storm you conjure
You’re the chaos inside of a silent calm, how?
You show me blue
Another trick you use
To lure and seduce
Don’t seduce my mind
You know not how it weaves poetry for you
You’re the lover I want to deny
I run my fingers through
The liquid death you brew
And like the sun that you engulf
I long for you to embrace me too
Hold me in your arms
And give me the love you hide
Kiss my forhead and my mind
Envy burns in me when the sun or the wind touches you at night
You’re so beautiful when you sleep
What a perfect harmony You and me would be
I see no death in you
Only longing and a muse, how?

Gifts

“He used to shower me with gifts, you know” She walked in unannounced. The sound of heels clattering against tiles ceased and her heartless gaze met the horrifed face of the only occupant of the kitchen. 

She studied the maid like an animal weighing its options. A disgusting housekeeper is what he fancied better than the one woman coveted by hundreds of suitors. What was it that he saw in a filthy maid that he failed to find in a noble woman like her. Beauty maybe, but no ranks, no jewels, no class, a piece of garbage. He got what he deserved.

“M..Mrs. Desmund! How n..nice of y..you to stop-p by. W..would you like s…some tea?” The maid frantically dug into the cupboard, looking for an excuse. Her shivering hands let slip a kettle and the sound of expensive china shattering like her sanity, enveloped the kitchen. She froze and so did her heart. 

“DON’T YOU FUCKING MOVE UNLESS I TELL YOU TO! UNDERSTAND YOU WHORE?!”

The lady like poise vanished as a monster slipped through the crevices of a perfectly polished persona. Mrs. Desmund took a deep breath, composed herself, and tried to block out the sobs of a filthy 18 year old, panic striken servant.

She placed a beautifully wrapped package on the kitchen table,
“Always wearing himself out” She continued in her previous charming tone, “finding the most expensive ring, the smoothest pearls, the largest diamonds, the perfect tokens.”

“And yet, this one is the best I’ve received so far”

A slight tug to the ribbon let the wrapping loose; the grip on the rag tightened and so did the lungs making breathing laboured. Prespiration and tears adorned one woman’s face while a steely smile carved into the other’s. The paper slipped and a mortified face of Mr. Desmund peeked through. Glassy life-less eyes stared back into the gleeful eyes of a woman he once cheated on. The air seemed to thin in the spacious kitchen and lights seemed to dim as the maid fought hard to maintain focus.

“Don’t you think?” whispered Mrs. Desmund, stroking the matted hair of her loving husband. The maid stood petrified, holding onto her dirty rag as if she had just peered into the future, and seen her own imminent death. Her skin had turned a pale similar to that of her lover’s putrid head. 

“It’s a shame you have to see him like this.” She turned towards her. Her limbs and conciousness began betraying her as she struggled to get up and run for her life.

“P-please Mrs. D..esm..umd p..please, believe m..me please, It’s n..not…NO! Please…It was him…” she tried to sound intelligible between sobs, but Mrs. Desmund wasn’t listening.

The sound of metal scraping against stone followed by wallowing shrieks of misfortune echoed in the newly furnished kitchen.

“It’s about time I gave him the perfect gift.”

Sunsets

Today when I watched the sun set
I couldn’t help but think of you
The way the sky turned its insides out
Blood orange replacing the beautiful blue
And the birds that danced in the clouds
Seemed caged in freedom as they flew
The way the sun drowned back to its grave
Rushing as if to pay a debt long due
Shadows died before lamp posts revived
And the buzz of all life bid adieu
The red in the sky purged an inky black
As Nature prepared to reap fate anew
I’d wanted to leave but my body betrayed
And I found myself thinking of you
And how perfect this sunset would’ve been
If your face sat here next to mine
While we let our hearts intertwine
And find the courage to finally give words
To the voices in our eyes dying to be heard