poetry

What’s my name?

Poisoned me with venom
of self-induced guilt and isolation
gave myself names- Whore suits
best perhaps
For the ones I’ve¬†loved
never took a look
at snake bites
I got from playing hide n’ seek
in the dark

Poison grew stronger
as salty water ran
down the eyes night
after night n’ days
became a zombie walk
wherein I learned
playacting mastered it
to self-deception.

The final act
was saying goodbyes
to fellow play actors
n’ locking the coffin.

Coffin had wifi
I texted strange
things. Strange
and funny,
some things borrowed
from life. Created
a superfluous oasis
on my coffin.
It looked great
the superfluous thing
while it lasted,
attracted even
an angel.

Lost in the desert
I’ve trapped
the angel with me
I need to set
myself free
and find the water
to allow the angel
her flights.

poetry

Revive

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Reality has been
a surreal horror film
Trumps bombarded
their decisions
she ought to follow
an’ she’s lived up long enough
in that shadow
forgot there’s life
to be explored
could she make a change?
She doubts, resists.

The real question then
reveals: ‘Will anything be
the way she wants if she didn’t?’

It won’t!?
Answer immediately follows
stop that smile hollow
hiding lake of sorrow
with conscious acton,
criticizing, realizing what’s wrong
identifying your faults
acknowledging disasters you’ve created
and start mending!

Becoming the sunrise reality
you seek, you dream.

Dream better tomorrow.