The sunflower and the moon,
A forbidden
attraction,
All the other
flowers looked at her with disgrace
As she sighed at
the moons face.
She did not know
it,
but every glow of
his
killed her vibe.
But her love for
him never waned
As he grew
brighter and brighter
And she grew
smaller and smaller
Till one day he
shined so bright
that she shriveled
up in the ground
and whispered ‘ I
see the light’.’
The clouds had us
all fooled.
They looked like
air and light
But their insides
were of dark and dust.
They spoke of
rhyme and folly
but churned in
anger and pride
By day the clouds
were meek and quiet
but at night they
screamed riot!
One day they
drifted so far
The sky was
recoloured white and grey.
The patches of
blue were worshipped
Till they were
gone too.
She was gone
her Vodka induced
mind
took the literal
meaning of
‘Plenty of fish in
the sea’
and so off she
went
to the darkness
in search of her
light.
I’m going insane
in this mad race
to act sane.
If evolution,
caused the
survival of the fittest
do we reason that
it’s
inhumane to be
human.
*********************
Your existence was
a juxtapose.
your soul was
white,
but your heart
strived to be
black.
You wanted love,
but all you did
was loathe.
And even when
colour
was brought into
your life,
you refused to
leave
your cocoon made
of wrong and
right.
If all I could do
is care less
maybe the world,
wouldn’t screw me
over
with each
person to whom,
I gave a part of
myself.
The colour white
is a façade.
We white wash our
walls
to indicate the
purity
of our mentality,
however the colour
white
has a mind of it’s
own,
It comes of as
hubristic
pretending to hide
the dust and grime
when all it does
is
expose it more.
and minkowski
space isn’t big enough
to contain all
that she is.
If spacetime
pinned her entity
she would be a
blackhole in relativity.
and sometimes her
gravitational waves
are strong enough
to create
wormholes in my 2
dimensional existence.
to get somewhere,
a goal, a place
who cares,
we never stop for
another person
trying to go
places too,
since we think
that means
we opt to loose,
so allowing fear
to lead the way.
The thoughts in my
mind
pang through my
heart.
They creep and
crawl
on every limb
trying to find a
root
and fester.
Once they form
strong
it’s hard to erase
the structure they
live on.
So Ideas die,
Colours fade,
but the thoughts
never go away.
Veins took on
another shade
In this Oneiric
reality,
and the cordate
leaves
began to seep.
Contrasts in every
line
alternating
between
Dreams and truth.
the feeling of
falling
scrubbed the
shrubs clean,
allowing a new
beginning
