The Bends of Night

 Photo by cottonbro studio

Brewed in the fusion of fairies and cupid strikes. He wrote his tale backward, scarred of a full moon. As the night he lost his tail was of such. Drunken in the ecstasy, whispered into a trance. Revenge-infused, she robbed his steps into the garden and sculpted him. 

She had a score to settle with him. It was his stare that made her lose her way. Although this wasn't a game or pick a pie and taste contest to her. Pulling skeletons out of the closet, she laid them bare. Dancing her delicate fingers over the spoils to pick one to crucify and marry to his woes.

Feeling special about being selected amongst the chaff, he stripped off his guard awaiting to consume her whole. Yet it was he who was to be swallowed with a hole within her. She took time teasing his soul into yearning some more for a deep dive to no way.

So she bought him a ticket there at the expense of freedom. And penned a note to heaven at midnight stroke, seeding him as a sacrifice of chance. Sent to pay for the past deeds of another, who took an axe and plunged a mark on her heart.

Shadows

              Photo by brenoanp

Before tonight

I take no vow of silence

Nor, do I pleasure in grief

Enticed by the forbidden offer

Seeking to persuade for just a bite

Into a heaven and earth regrets seal.

Looped in contention

Before disapproving skies

I scatter the will to stand

Plucking a beautiful rose

To warm my side in tears

Deflowering the innocence of birth

As calm breeze questions the act

Paint stained of guilt

Of tearing purity veil

Before tonight

Valentine's Blocks

Photo by Asad Photo Maldives

For these and other lies

I plead the fifth 

Robbed out of time

To author my peace

Held in pieces

Where you, stole my soul.

But in front of the crowd

I wear an independent apron

Cooking my tale

Hoping never to step on my tail

As I serve a perfect tell

Astonishing those who know.

Without cause for honor

Biting paint in secret

Dancing naked on the canvas

Bleeding art in agony

Stealing glances at you

Hoping to heal at every sighting

Yet! Sinking deeper and deeper.

Calling the clock a fool

I cloak my thoughts

Beseeching a perfect veil

Tear my lies upon

And whip my unspoken declarations

Fixated on your hand to jump a broom

Into forever.

Hush Baking

Photo by Anna Tarazevich
 

Humbly

We broke bread in silence

Watching the door 

Hoping to usher in a fresh start

Yet in mind, we knew the truth at hand.

Rinsed out

We bequeathed our past to time

Stripping windows to the house we built

Hearts ransacked with desire

That evaded  the sun

Roasted.

So, we held our feet to the moon

Switching steps hoping to fall on top

Hearing our words escape the room

While we bite on the strawberry tapestry

Pasted on the baker's menu

For sale plastered.

Daring to move in the dark

Swallowed by both our pride

While whispering fear

To the grip of our rod

We marched homebound

Yet puzzled about where home is?

Pawned.

Thorny Cherries 🍒

 

as I bag my tears ready to roll

stuck between a line that bleeds emotions in public

Having torn a fabric of joy

in a notion of not to care

yet with a stack of care.

she awakened her soul in torment

pulling piles of make-up

begging veil my heart

having painted thorns over it

& streamed a nail show.

she still had a vice over me

shuttered to speak clear

bad intentions infused

her voice still murders my joy

intoxicating my thoughts with a need to caress her.

Smitten Words Chorus

Photo by Daian Gan

Ensnared in painting hearts

emancipated to beg for more

cupid's arm-strong entrapped

Galloping feeling to hold steady

he was gone at first hello.

Taken for a ride in her gaze

words embox in the soul 

deeply felt in a speech impediment

Her presence struck through

wrecking a nerve

As his tongue stayed glued in his mouth.

Afraid of sunshine to endorse his heart

so, opted for the petal, to decipher his fate

Tearing the garden in unsatisfactory outcomes

He wished his luck to turn

But her beauty had him chasing for the hills.

Veins of Art

Photo by Gift Mutsonziwa

To those of us who splash words on paper

Who fears the stroke of the brush

As they paint what we hide & fear the most

Seeing the ink dry to cast a spell.

Before the world devours our soul

Vowed in syllables of fueling feelings construct

That keep chasing after our smiles

Yet with our tears, we paint art perfect.

So, we stand disallowed 

Scrubbing fear on canvas

Just to resale our grief

Molded into a rainbow bowtie

Excogitated to mean well.

Tell Me You Do!

In a daring move of falling! 

I blog my truth in all shades

Flirting with pain

Hoping to discard the timer

Though disbarred from standing tall.

I till the ground hoping to find a truce stand.

Yet the ground shrinks before my feet,

Jilted with a void to stump on.

I break my vow

& whisper my shame.

Background alluding to tears!

I water the garden hoping to pluck a flower,

Tearing parts of me in a nursery rhyme

Trumpets pulling Olympics on the shed

As my voice gets lost in the humming of birds.

Daring to snatch the last of me.

So, I wait at the shed of time

Hoping to see Solace's coat undone

& discover the last of me.

Not in shades of grief

But in the bliss of heaven's haven.

Moments

pexel

So, the last time we danced,

We prayed for the shadows to veil our fate.

Lost between the binder's of fairies & cupid dices

Deemed the soulmate venality.

Where we were once one,

Thrown at the feet of time

Never shy to declare what was,

But wasn't for the moment.

Tied to the rubric chances

Burnt as a remission offering

At the ego alter.

Denying the truth that held the air.

We were meant to be,

Nested in the sunset warmth,

Cuddled in dawning cold.

Sung, somewhere in forever binders.

Strangely perused by strangers perish.

Fairy's Bow

I hope these whispers in my head stop.

Rapidly crushing

She held my tongue in a vice

Pulling the strings to a cupid's bow 🏹

But her aim🎯 is far from my heart❤️.

Petal plucking played

She hears my voice in a dilemma

Calling and un-calling shots

Drunken on enchanting rum

She pours unceasingly.

Trouble tumbling thoughts

Charmed to the fairy's flute

My feet crush at her heels

Seeking to quench the blazing char

Plastered upon my throat.

Trance Shoes 👟 👟

I gotta a story for you

Hope you won't break

When the ink starts dripping from my fingers

As my thoughts collude with the moon

To bring the best

Out of the muse,

you've been in my diurnal reverie

Dashing into my soul into drey nesting

Held at infancy hello.

You drenched my soul

To forbidden fairytale sip

Dressing my thoughts

To a wedding buffet

Robbing my reason

To a chaotic collision

Drowning my light

In an ignition bid

From a snap of your embrace.

Delirium Bower

I...

I gotta ask you

How do you do it?

As every time, you leave me hanging

Chasing a tale I fear to tell

Even when the ink has already told the tale

I cut myself to speak of it again

thoughts brindled with words unsaid.

Yet I...

I gotta ask again

How am I?

A shade upon your canvas

Left in a delirium cause of delight

Divided upon penning wisdom Devine

Right into corridors of fear correction

Sacred scared to pin divinity,

onto your written consent.

Where I...

I gotta ask you again

Why do you draw all my elements to shame?

shading tears hoping the rain to cover the pain

Yet heart reigned upon a pleading chase

Checkmated with fading pleasure chess

Guilt filtered with begging sorrow sorry's

Unhinged to your tongue bitter pleasures.

Where I...

I gotta ask again

Before the bower of guilt, consumes me whole again

Why do you..?

always have a hold on me

Choking the very existence,

of my innocent thoughts into debt.

polluting my mind into whispering all shades of dirt

Yet denying me, a chance to shade your canvas.

Stained Reflections

In the jaws of hell,

Sliding into oblivion,

Seeking salvation from empty pubs,

Bottles preaching blissful truth,

Yet in sad letters, we deliver our sermon.

Blurred by unknown elements,

Sipped in frowning tears,

We sought doors of happiness,

Rat-infested in winding courts of opinions,

Misstepping joyous creation,

Soaked in waning hope,

Memories haunting,

We fold to the idea of the sun.

Petals drenched,

We dug out our purpose in affection,

Dancing upon the sheets of unmerciful innocence,

Screams held by the heavens' curse,

Sin bound in unspoken fantasy.

Fading whelps shouting in corridors,

Panting truth shades imprinted on bed lamps,

Bloodstained in deeds of angels,

Fallen in marital bliss yearning.

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.

The Proposal

Photo by Skitterphoto from Pexels

How do I speak of love

After this show 

Having been shown the exit before year-end 

Drowned in broken promise 

That has become the altar of persecution.

Left in a ring of I do's 

Pulling the petals to order 

Hope trumped with unsaid words 

Sad to even grace the lips 

Eying a distance call for reprieve.

Stepping in marinated worries 

Dancing upon racing thoughts 

"I...thought you were the one"

A broken record trailing the mind 

As I race to save my sanity 

Already ripped with your unsaid words.

Foolish Cycles

We live with the past in our head

Sticks plugged in, to miss silent whispers

Fear driving us to the wall

Just to conform to the movement of others.

Trusting the world

Yet unable to recreate it.

While calls to #HearHim sound

We chose solutions that crown us problems

Playing dumb, when reality stares in front.

Only to recall the armor of peace

When the storms already sink our hope

Taking a loan on salvation.

When we should have banked on it

Burying our debt when the cyclone seize

Only to remember it amid the cyclone eye

Where calm briefs, momentarily before hell returns.

And our minds are switched back to Him again.

While sticks get unplugged to listen

Before we quickly forget once again.

Unforgiving Nights

Let me draw a line in the sand

So it fades when the waves come

Speaking fast to the truth 

I hope to be a lie.

To whoever said it

Knew the oceans within 

Tracking salvation in a voyage of thoughts 

Entangled in un-humble cravings.

Buttoning up shame 

To cover up nakedness

Calling the bedstand to testify 

To the secrets of night shadows.

Sworn misdeeds 

To unholy gardens 

That misspell's the works of hands 

Blooded in silence.

Drunken Nights

Pardon the eye for its greediness.

For in shadows it felt the showers of joy 

busy undress its prey with the care of discovery 

Lost in bonny wonder, deep skinning itself in pleasure.

Twisted in craving persecution 

Sense throw to the dog to care 

The eye played the mind 

Lusting after forbidden kingdoms 

To crown the bone in desire.

Perusing a catalog of regrets 

Unashamed of the cards at hand 

As time entice in a dare 

Now or never again 

Ringing from the darkness of logic.

Dragged

 Fairytales do live in the mind

"So they say!"

But mine were

demons of unceasing demands

peels

to fill the bed

inferiority egos.

Strangled by thirst

deemed forbidden

yet hooked to that

"COKE"

Called the flesh.

As I enjoyed all

its flavors

snoozing the death

alarm ringing

while my soul slips

further apart from me.

As nights covers

remains with all shades

Secretly a gentleman

Stained with

filthy-mess, that have filled my heart

Resulting in love,

ceasing to exist

Only to find its

reincarnation in Lust.

Chasing Shadows

Light in the dark
Chasing after each others footsteps
Crippled by the blindness of the night
Shattering sounds of long distance  passer-by

Waking up at unholy hour
To take a cab at uneven life
Pearcing through the silence of calm
Disrupting happiness as known
Undertaken by the grave of the heart

Maybe it's just grey areas
Unchartered plains of life
Delusional hopes of tomorrow
As the soul wipes the soul
The heart strangles the heart
The flesh torment the flesh

Loneliness
As peace offering

By Mr T. Mandie | 0773444703 ©