Ah, but she said get off
Never to meet again
Serendipity need not end in bliss
No matter how propitious the beginning
And I complied
Take it like a man, right?
Up until I met
How crazy my mind could get
On a three hour bus ride
Tag: poetaster
As Predicted
Please don’t equate silence with laziness
Or some form of complicit
Surrender or defeat
To elements that threaten
Though natural or inevitable
October digests differently
Approaching a finish line
Of a race that doesn’t really ends
Until your heart stops
October is when I put my head down
Compensate for lost time
Wasted in jawing about
Creating
Then I don’t
There’ll be glimpses
Here and there
Persuasive to tilt
Mish Mush
We were looking at the moon as
It was discovered
In brand new eyes
Fresh coat of lies
Reserved at the back of our heads
As parts were shared
Skin was shed
Convinced that hope
Is a flotsam
That when held tight with belief
Will keep us safe
Until we’re saved
But both are not guilty of deceit
Two like many who
Spirit Crumble
I never knew
He always seemed strong
Kept it in
He never bothered me with
Anything
That may constitute
As weakness seeping in
Pop opinion boxed as
Just doesn’t care
When he says it
Never did it
Felt like he was seeking affirmation
Setting a tone for preconceived
And foregone conclusion
The Limitations of Projections
As this simulation might as well be a ruse And the only way to truly defy expectations Is to go all out And outright lose
Three Deep Borderline
She looked at me
Trying hard
Not to break my heart
Feigning a weak disbelief
This most recent test
Amalgamated what we knew
Months in
She’d seen me or a version of me
In too many faceless samples
But for this
(Onion) Skinned
I once had a theory
I used to hold as truth
About wounds
That maybe if I bleed
It would help avoid
Suffering a heart attack
It’s nowhere based on fact
Faint
The birds know not of the adage
Seek and you shall...
Calling out each other
Faintly from the distance
Indefatigably
Singing three high-pitched notes of its purpose
Within the world, unaware of this
Momentous struggle
One of daily millions
Cyclones Every Last Quarter
In some weird dream
Trying hard to recall
She spoke to me sounding
Like a hymn
Or the lull before
A raging big wave
I held on til it fades
No Words, None Hurt
No words
No words
None will get hurt
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