Twisted Tongue

Listening to the beckoning rains.

He marched his soul straight into her's

Watching every word drop out of a straight line

Yet out of character, it felt off the tongue.

Biting a few in seconds

That felt like days.

Hearing the screams of his voice

Heart pounding a million miles per second.

Hands waving in air for courage

Gesturing out the soul's desire

He felt his spirit abandoning

Yet loudly calling out her name.

His words caressing every sentence construct.

Belching perfect lines

The symphony continued

Pulling strings at her presence

Kneading all he could master

to present the perfect cake

Falling into her.

Back Again

Tell me again, where I am from

For I find the swamps homely

But scary to admit.

And hear the footsteps time louder

But a stranger, in the corridor of hope

As the footsteps always go in reverse.

Morose filled

Days progress's enmity

Digress grins

At the helm of a pleated beautiful nightmare.

So! I dare you to tell me again

& see the wrath of the sun

Slumping life

In front.

Horrid Seduction

Dangling skeleton closets

At broad daylight

Brewed in dusk escapades

Tongue-tied to fallacies

Brood words spilled in drunkenness

was all of it.

Blended in trouble

Replies swollen

Moments swearing

Dust-dampening trickling

clock rushing-ly winding

It was time.

Mopped in fear

Perused by anxiety

Chest rapidly pumping

Eyes untamed scrolling

end to end

Uncertainty swallowed

The piper had come to play.

Unsplash

Feet funneled

Blows rumbling

Daybreak ghosting

Truth scorching

Straight into flying pans

Inflamed in regrets

into vowing never again.

Imperfect Loud Stands

The day we choose to speak, fate had another story to tell.

Dated by our feelings, that had us chasing our tail.

But this was more than a ghost tale

We only spoke about when nothing was there to tell.

So! In the quietness of time.

We had our placards held in hand

Marching out thoughts of hate

Out of misunderstood headquarters

Tamed to speak louder of the beliefs,

behind the word feminism.

Young to advocate for a breakdown of fame.

We scatter our feet on pavement thorns,

Hands bound on silent screams.

Bending the world out of touch with reality

Becoming the very monster,

We choose to lie to grapple with.

But this was just time for another illusion grandstand.

Thiébaud Faix

Ghost

Clipping actions! Ms. Nobody felt time in absence, filtering in the cold night on a loop. Damaged reminisced reflections tricked her soul to unbundle her dignity. 

At the hand of a monster deemed family. She knew not the words to say but to ask for forgiveness from her past self. With no words to best describe the coldness of the twilight drama duct taped in the silence of the moon. Pounded with the vow of secrecy, as no one stood to believe her truth.

She had always been a rebellious child known for her candid antics. However, on this very occasion, it wasn't about the gags but innocent blood drips. Called to survivor in shame of having not but in need. Bedsheets rigged of the pledge-ful moans that were actually screaming for help.

Photo by Rick Han

Backward Love

Standing the rain 

My heart had it all in pleas 

Calling for a soul spare a tease 

Rumbling out, please 

Upon the cupid tangent line on a miss.

Jason Blackeye 

Mesmerized on begging tips 

Guilty for loving a miss 

As the words 

"Please forgive me!"

Monotonously sounded 

Yet looped.

Self-fighting for hereafter 

Yet left to shed blood tears 

While hiding in the rains

To cover scars of the heart 

Given, to ruthless thoughts of us 

Blown by the wind of time.

Weaponized

We knew our words never rhymed in love. But due to our stubbornness, we bought balance in arguments. Feeding lies to our soul as lust spelled love.

Playing with fire into trauma, we dressed our insecurities in weaponized words. Busy undressing blemishes on a guillotine nightstand. Where all our mispronounced words pollute the atmosphere with screams.

Scratching fantasies off our backs. Bloodshot eyes speaking of a universe, hard to paint in words. Drowned in anger flashed as passion evenly scaled.

Drawn...

I get drawn to these dotted lines that cross my words out. Puzzling my thoughts as I try to sort out this maze of my heart.

Blended in waves of desires.  My words spill on the ground full of things to say, but afraid to let the street know.

Sigmund

Whispering through dark alleys, I stand aboard the land of giants. Tearing up a mountain to highlight at the peak the truth of my heart.

Unspoken of, but shown in actions of skipping heartbeats drumming the tempo hard. Like a suspense scene upon the script.

Dear Friends!

Photo by Anni Roenkae 

I've been painting these words pictures for long.

Holding vigil candles for you to see,

But my words you have called war.

Blinded to see what every line holds.

Fingers bleeding out emotions 

Only to dry on paper as art 

Lost in thoughts of what could be.

So! To plead my cause,

I choose to silently imprint my heart with shuttered glasses.

Smoked to veil my pain.

Rolling every motion in a blunt 

Unguarding their dash to print 

As they stand to break norms.

Vilifying my abstract mind 

That seems to see far more than what's allowed.

Yours 

Unyielding friend.

Crazynotions©

Made To Be

There is a war of wolves 

Outside my villa 

Calling me a villain 

For chewing hearts of many 

Yet, at the beginning of it all 

My soul was their supper 

In innocence,

They took turns eating me alive.

Now they complain about my hunger 

Busy playing the lone hunter 

At night when the jungle is greener 

Attesting to their handwork 

That made me be.

Stinging every prey insight 

Strung at lampstands 

As the pleasure slaughter 

Continues...

World Between

I feel like I am trapped to say what I want to say.

As I found my soul not prepared to share the fingerprint embedded in my heart.

Cause it has always been you.

You! Hustling my mind into believing.

You! Scarring my heart into me being overprotective.

You! Being the measure that governs my body temperature.

As to your mere absence, 

my feet rush into infinity oblivion searches

While Fahrenheit shoots, to astronomical stratosphere.

Abandoning  my soul

Sinking into a longing.

As it logs itself onto the watching tower's 

In pursuit of its home

Which is,

right next to your soul.