Poetry: Flower For A Vampire

Childish games in the hearts of the young. Years past but matured you have not. Disciplined in all but wreckless in affection. Look in the mirror and pay attention to your reflection. You rip the hearts of your lovers and bathe in the blood, feed off the attention. Not noticing your tainted hunger for more is emptying your heart while you stuff your face with sorrow disguised as attention drenched in infatuation. Die in fake fulfilment. Ill put a flower on your grave with the last petal untouched. I love you not.

Poetry: Moons Collide

I live on a planet where footprints don't leave marks, in a world where the little things are non-existent and the big things insignificant. A world where giraffes have no view, a lions roar sounds like whispers, and wales don't make waves. Everything in this world has lost its magic to me. Black and white pictures catch the essence of once beauty and my eyes are missing the ability to see colour but beauty is far to be seen. Everything blurs into grey and just one shade. Everything is missing something, some things have nothing, nothing is big enough, all things seems like nothing. Sparks are needed to cause flames but even fireworks feel simple and insufficient. Forest fires won't suffice. Nothing seems enough to ignite the light. My love is a beating glow in the dark heart shaped muscle now sleeping in my chest. I want it turned on. I want the light to escape my mouth and illuminate the sky. I want it to overshadow Divali. I want it to make lions roar like steamboats. I want it to make wales create tsunamis when they jump. I want it to make giraffes see the future. A future where this world doesn't need grand gestures for me to fall in love. My sorcerer you feel my agony. You don't believe I should be in a world different. I am the world different. I am the grand gesture. You lift up your hand and make moons collide so no darkness can exist. Forced to look at myself with no place to hide. You stand beside me and say: "That was nothing. The creation of you is the grander gesture."

Poetry: "Baptise Me In Your Gold"

I'm pleasantly drowning in a river of emotions. The sweat we produce keeps us afloat in waters now so still. Fingers entangled, love intertwined while watching god. The sun rays blind us from seeing more than what's closest to our hearts. Your hair, golden, turns the bed of our emotions accordingly. Bathing in gold, I love to call you midas as we touch. Baptise me in all that you feel for me. I'm born a new. I wash all the shadows of the past as the waters move me towards the future. You preach a religion I don't mind to love. Every word will be a brick in the road to salvation. Every scripture will be my prerogative set in stone and placed on my arms that I will keep up and be strong. It's my resolve and it'll give me scars that will remember why I should always love you.

Poetry: "Whispers of White Rabbits"

Whispers fly off his lips like cigarette smoke. I’m chained to every word and addicted to being polluted to the core. All the things you said made me come running towards you with no second thought in my head. I’m tired. You don’t know how it feels to chase the words you speak. For you create wonderland with empty promises. I want to ride the rollercoaster down the rabbit hole. In the hopes of finding something that’ll make me whole. How it is in the beginning so shall it be in the end. The end of the ride took me to start of race with shoes heavier than before. A smokescreen of illusions mirrored by my own heart’s desire to love, this vicious circle I keep being drawn into by these white rabbits. Whispers I can’t ignore in this limbo created by desperation. I must kill the rabbits.