Farewell...

Now all your belongings are packed on one side of the room,
Memories are scattered around, your essence doesn't exist no more,
The room cold and hostile to the limit, emptiness demonstrating a fear,
A fear that I am losing you together with your smile and laughter,
Everything in this room saying “farewell” - please don't go...

Loneliness is unbearable; pain is no different than non-existence.

Remember,
We loved this colourful world together.
Remember,
The first kiss we had on a spring day, on the corner of the street.

You have forgotten to put the tea leaves in the pot, pouring ice water in an empty cup,
Now, the lights are out, darkness is all around and dead silence is within the room,
As though time has finally stopped.

A small table on the corner with empty glasses,
Wishing... for you to walk through the door,
Closing the door behind as though you would not go away,
Holding your hand and sitting around the table,
Let's have the drink together for the last time.

I know your eyes are telling me this is the last time,
Let's have a drink, just you and me for the sake of our love,
Love that we couldn't depart from,
Let's break the glasses trading with my heart instead,
This is the heart I know will never heal again,
But my love will always be there in a shell, untouched, shielded and pure.
So lets break the glasses and you are away...
Farewell my love, farewell...

My Dislocated Heart

The silence walks hastily along the blackened corridor as my inaudible footsteps stroke the hardened floor,
My discoloured eyes twitching as I slowly approach the primordial door, my sweating hand pulsating uncontrollably,
Gradually turning the flaking knob, I trembled into the icy room, erratically shaking – stunned.
She, my safety net, advisor, guardian, angel of life, was resting beneath my numbed feet... motionless.

I stood there, breathless and distort beyond my imagination, whilst her saintly pasty face gazed at me,
Her eyes, ample yet warming, gawped emptily at me, the feasting flies masticating on her yellowing face – diseased.
The youthful moisturized hands that she once bore, were now wrinkled inelastic and deteriorated,
I place my warm-blooded hand upon her drained cheek; her rosy cheeks are to be no longer, her blood syringed.

I released an isolated tear from my diminished eye, rapidly becoming strenuous at the excruciating sight I clutch in my arms,
The sheer torturous pain of losing a mother that you can never apprehend again dawns upon me like a black cape drowning me,

At this distressing moment of time, I place her head on the bloody pillow beside her, allowing her soul to rise above the earth,
And that of her plastic shell that disfigures on the rigid floor, it flakes between the vast cracks, transforming into mere worthless dust.

Living With You In Your Absence

A scorching day,
I am walking-
My footsteps entwining into your footprints,
I feel you streaming through my staunch veins,

A scorching day,
Yet I feel as fresh as the first day of spring,
Passing the bench where we used to sit,
Under the pine tree, watching the heavenly calmness of the waves,

A scorching day,
Your hands are as delicate as the southern breeze,
We throw feeble stones across the sea, like a fruitful rabbit hopping joyfully through the fields,
Amazing... how our patterned ripples are equal, resonating with each other,

I feel you,
I feel you, my bountiful beauty,
I am living with you in your absence.

Thinking of You

As I lie awake in bed at night,
I shut my eyes to enter your world,

Our hands intertwining in the gentle breeze,
Watching your smile warm the gusty air,

You swoop down like a passionate phoenix,
Engraving your lips upon my delicate neck,

As I close my eyes once more,
Opening to the blank canvas of my ceiling,

My heart in pain as I become taut,
Yet my blistered neck soothes the ache.

Whilst I fondle your potent mark,
I hear his scream from afar,

Footsteps edging towards my door,
As I choose to abandon your presence,
My false worship flounders in,
And rests upon my contaminated bed.

One

My aching heart craves impatiently,
Whilst your lips move in elatedly,
I feel the moisture electrify my face,
Travelling over me with a slow pace,
I have missed those eyes that stare,
With your auburn shade that I find so rare,
As you lay beside me tonight,
In the silver lining of the moonlight,
I settle in your arms and look upon your smile,
Grinning to myself knowing you are worthwhile,
Knowing that our journey may have involved pain,
But I have never lost you... only gained,
As my mind begins to dream,
I know you will never leave,
So I rest within your presence,
And thank God for providing me with your essence.

Ardent Awakening

You are my walking shadow,
My running angel in the meadow,
Our hearts racing as you stare,
When you realise they really are a matching pair,
As your eyes peel away my screen,
Ready to indulge me as you interrupt my scene,
I lick my fruitful lips, ripening like a summer tomato,
Calling my name in such tempestuous staccato,
Leaning in as the dying sun sets gracefully,
Let the darkness be the yearned-for awakening.

A Life Friend

You are always by my side,
Whenever I am feeling down,
You cuddle me gently,
To get rid of my gloomy frown.

Your cradling arms shield me,
Whilst your words are a lullaby to my heart,
My wilting body sinking with your tender touch,
Dreading the days of your absence that may tear us apart.

My descending tears are caught in your affectionate hand,
As you wipe them away, with your smile like a blossoming flower,
You rejuvenate my happiness as you pull me to stand,
And pat me gently as I regain my power.

Our friendship is sometimes jagged,
But you and I shall never untie,
Yet the ropes grow old and fraying,
May our omnipotent love never die.

An Unpredicted Death

My mind was desolated when I heard the news,
I thought my grandma Mary I would never lose,
We hoped the crowd of police were for a rabble,
And the crying neighbours were a result of a violent grapple.

As we parked our car in an empty space,
My mother charged emotionally out and began to pace,
I sensed the horrible truth awaiting at the door,
Then she found my grandma lying on the floor.

I sink uncomfortably in my seat,
As my mother collapses outside and weeps,
My father sprints to cradle her head,
While my grandma rests in her celestial bed.

A Step Never Took...

Your delicate breath travels down my angelic face like a feather weightlessly stroking the air,
My subtle lips slowly gliding on your stubbled neck pecking you gently as you flick my voluptuous hair with your fingers,
Gradually opening my eyes, you dissipate into cold, clear, crystals into the atmosphere leaving me to hopelessly stare,
My hands both clasp the clouds above me as they begin to breathe morbidly upon my weak heart that still lingers.

Whenever I take a breath, I think of my air being caught by your pure tender lips,
If ever I see your bashful face again, let me give warmth to your heart with my joyous gaze,
For what I see is a hidden man drafting a life with me- holding me blissfully and soothing my tears,
But then the dusky bitter realisation of the truth embeds itself like a destructive monstrous blaze.

My profound love for you grows stronger and stronger, yet my frail body grows weaker and weaker,
You’re like the water I long for in a scorching desert, releasing your chill politely upon my face,
When I feel you near me, my body begins to shake fearfully, hoping you are oblivious to my feelings,
Yet, although my social happiness disguises my utmost desires, it fills your heart with empty space.

For now I must heal my dwindled soul that foolishly averts your feeble shell,
But once my soul has replenished itself, I shall conquer my brash fear of loving you.

Sonnet of Invaluable Love

As I approach your elusive soft eyes,
I struggle to look deep within your heart,
Yet you detach yourself to live in lies,
Now illusive as you shred us apart,
As you walk away I gaze behind you,
Holding back the tears that I hold within,
Dreaming a moment I cannot undo,
To crave you I hope is but not a sin,
Our destiny has before been written,
But we choose to disregard our fortune,
I see its anguish leaving you beaten,
Though I know that your love will not shorten,

Your love for me is irrefutable,
My love for you is irreplaceable.

Unfulfilled Desire

You are the only one that can make me smile with eternal joy,
Where you radiate a desirable glow, glistening upon my lethargic body,
But now my love, hanging in the balance of this surreal scenario –shattering,
My silly grin, morphed into an adverse frown, resting heavily upon my brow.

As days, weeks and months pass, your gleaming smile fades under the darkened night sky,
Lying awake in bed at night, dreaming of an escape from reality into an endless fantasy,
Begging for harmony to caress us both with its hollow yet potent arms, to shield us from destruction,
One day, our star-crossed love shall soar passionately through the night unleashing our stardust love to be relished.

Profound Love

Love is a mellow sweet;
You let it linger in your mouth slowly melting – pleasurable,
You hide your angelic smile as if I am a forbidden fruit that you wish to indulge,
Yet from afar you ponder and wonder, yearning for me. I am sublime. A step too far that you are sceptical to take,
When we are near, you blush like a hot summer tomato, ripening at your every glance,
My emotions reined in, apprehensive of my next move as you judder towards me,
Our eyes intertwine, longer than a simple fleeting look, yet you disconnect yourself-
You think I am oblivious, unaware of your presence and your mannerism, but I am not, the silence converses louder than the drumming of our pulse,
For what I see before me is a man, living falsely in my ubiquity, eluding me… WHY?
Why must you become flushed, hesitant, anxious, and hasty? Why must you weaken as you stumble towards me?
You believe that I can’t see the way you gaze at me, yet when I raise my head you chortle at the ground,
Whether you are nurturing a broken heart or torturously waiting,
Love cannot be hidden or ridden.

False Hope

The blissful blistering fireball ravishes my light skin, bouncing off my radiating eyes,
Blue birds rejoice above my insignificant head, whilst they reach for the omnipotent sky.
I brush the delicate yet potent green feathers that sweep subtly against my bare legs,
Trees that shelter the fearless charge of the wind swoop tenderly over my mere body,

Shudder shudder.

Long-faced dilapidated buildings, now seemingly injected with ephemeral happiness,
The selfless cotton wools that bashfully drift through the light-hearted heavens,
Mischievous yet masterful, the impatient breeze prods assertively at my weakened back,
Beaming, I glide out to the edge of the descending towering cliffs and fall, numbly.

Shudder shudder.


Woken abruptly, I open my weary creased eyelids, peering sheepishly at the alarm,
As I stagger to the slit of my deteriorating curtains, to view another morbid day of harm.

Heaven's Bed

A wistful look upon his wilting face as he stares deeply into the moonlight, perched on his inconspicuous doorstep,

The mauve glow of the sublime sky that looms upon him like the devil’s drape, awaiting to feed on the decrepit wreck,

He gently whistles a subtle tune that could soothe a chaotic traffic jam of millions, silencing the vibrant horns,

Whilst he rises from the jagged, chilly step and limps away from his deserted, tearful house seeping into the forest thorns,

He scrutinizes the irresolute trees that rest upon his shoulders weightless and lifeless, as if they were just lingering smells,

His trembling wrinkled hand, possessing a small gun that would unwillingly take his insignificant life before the chime of God’s bells,

As he approaches the blackened lake obnoxiously, he perversely smirks at his angelic pale wife that lays there motionless – dead,

Gently bending his fragile spine he meets his wife’s blackened lips, and mutters gently “We shall unite again in heaven’s bed”,

Instantaneously, a single tear drags down the side of his impotent face, with a sudden flow of visceral emotion he stands tall,

Deepening his glare at the red fire of light, bringing the diminutive yet compelling pistol to his delicate skull, to fuse and fall.