"Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn."
the wash that happens in the wake
of passions leading to mistake
will fast define the way we see
ourselves, within our misery
but do not view yourself as such,
though others use that portal —
for human is as human does,
and we are merely
mortal
You touched me soft beneath the cool
and weightless sky,
And love, you were intent on my
deliverance —
But locked inside this sometimes fool,
a lonely guy
Was reaching for a reason why:
ambivalence
Was all I knew, or’d ever known —
Insanity —
You touched me soft, but I missed out
for vanity
those thoughts we think but never say
like darkness on the edge of day;
till grief comes knocking on our door
and leaves us lonely, sick and poor
in seasons of our reticence,
mid symbols laced with sorrow —
todays we spend in timeless rue,
because we sold
tomorrow
Another phase, another type of platform,
A place to launch, a time to say goodbye;
A thousand things we meant to do, but didn’t,
The Fir-tree and The Catcher In The Rye
The literary lessons learned in losing,
The hopes of soaring ‘neath a brand new sky —
Another phase, another type of platform,
A place to launch, a time to say
Goodbye
signs and wonders all around,
portents of divinity;
summer moving forward is,
vectors and infinity
parasails in paradise,
storms within vicinity;
parabolic summer days,
vectors and infinity
riches shame,
lovers game,
there’s no secret
but the name
left alone,
by a throne,
broken free, with
none to own —
ocean plays a sorrow song,
taste of tears salinity;
you were right, so why so wrong?
vectors and
infinity
time cannot
take away her grief,
nor can it
heal in full
the ache of youth wasted on
empty promises
Artist credit : Valery Rybakou
He lost her long ago, he thinks,
And she was lovely, soft and sweet —
But somewhere there, amid the drinks,
She left and said, “I won’t repeat
This stupid hope I have that you
Will love me like you used to do.”
“It’s true,” he thinks, “that came to pass,”
Then pours himself another
Glass
