I made love to the darkness
My words are strong but my heart is weak
My bones are brittle and my smiles bleak.
My voice had changed and the screams are loud.
My cries are subtle and with the bruises I am numb.
Each step I take I’m moved to yesterday,
the past succumbs, it eats me away.
With every stroke of luck, a karmic pain,
where is the hope, the love I’m longing to gain.
I am walking through pins and needles,
I’m rolling on broken glass and coals.
I’m crying, I’m calling, I am no more.
Where are the rays of pure light, my trust and my guide?
Has it left me? Abandoned me to rott with my dreams?
Dust clouds hover me, and up ahead it’s darkness to see.
The chills in my spine embraced me, it held my hand and it kissed me.
I made love to the darkness, and it drained me,
now I’m imprisoned and a slave that once shimmered in glory.
My blood rushed to my head and I feel a tingle.
My existence is fleeting, and my shimmer fading.
Alas, I feel, the pain is escaping.
From my guts it crawls out, slowly I feel it.
It spins me around, taking my breath away,
I gasp and recalled, memories that withered,
I closed my eyes just to make it linger.
I hear the sound of my heart, it seemed so far away,
and when I opened my eyes I saw nothing.
she writes on hardwood floors and stone painted walls
thinking someone would care to see
the anecdotes of her life and the words of a heel
she took pictures of dark alleys and moonlit roads
hoping people would take time look
the way she sees the world, a bottomless pit of gloom
she recited lines from ancient books and soulful poems
making everyone even for second try to listen
telling how she comprehends the works of the unread
she cleared out her throat and sang the blues
startling some to stop and be unmoved
singing out her heart filled with dander and woes
she tapped me on the shoulder and smiled as i look back
giving me the impression she’s not well but indeed not mad
taking my hand to hold and keep, making me realize that’s all she needs
the bitter sweet truth about me and you..
is nothing more than feelings out too soon..
no challenging phase,
no wicked passion,
I didn’t realized til’ now
that what you are is just a figure of my imagination..
I made clashing tunes and silly rhymes
Only to know now that i’m to give up,
i’ll let it subside..
And the memories in time shall drown
but will not end..
It shall not be revived,
but also never to rest..
for the depth can hide the past for sure..
but never the pain..
never the loss the heart shall endure..
For all of us women.
I Am Woman
A serious scare, something to break me.
Leave me apart, still I am here
Just wish, that no walls fall down.
I have to stay grounded, both feet on the ground
I have to be strong.
I am a woman and nothing can put me down
I heard this poem first when I watched Four Weddings and a Funeral, when I heard it was so right. This is how it feels like when your loved ones die. It will feel like hell but in time, eventually, it all turns out well.
This poem is for my father, I would’ve recited this on your wake if I had known W.H. Auden when I was 4 or if I could read well then.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.