I’m here
With tainted hands
As I jot down
My bleeding heart
I apologize
There is no pulse here.
Here, take my shadow,
It’ll guide you around
If you linger a while,
Cracks crumble as you
Roam my apocalypse
Taking a peep
Of my chaos,
Leaving with crimson
Falling from your eyes
Its as if
I’ve heard all about
The Moon
Yet, no one has
Written about me
I write about love
Yet, my heart has never
Tasted the flavor
Sweet? Salty? Sour?
Its as if my heart has broken
So many times that
Each fragment is a piece of
Someone I once gave my heart to
If I could show you the stars,
For you don’t notice the darkness
That crams my body
And just maybe you’ll look at me as
The Moon
My canvas
Strokes of pigments
Were never enough
Yet just You
Lured me in with
Your beauty
As I created a masterpiece
Of you
The pungent aroma of death
As you near my mind
Trails of loses
Leads to my war
As battles show
My rubbled heart
My mind is a graveyard of
Tossed limbs,
Twisted lies of aid
Yet, aid is dead.
And I’m still in chaos
Silent battles,
No one knows
Your crimson mind
For you are your
Own Enemy
Crumbling
Into fragments
Of old wounds
I’ll still say,
I’m fine.
Shattered
To dust
I’ll still piece my
Tongue
To say,
“I’m fine.”
I’m fine.
Quit questioning me
You’ll poke
Another lie in me
As crimson lies
Flow a river of,
I’m fine
I’m fine
I’m fine.
Organizing our shouts
Into drawers
Dusting off our lies
As we sweep
Our chaos in bins
Shoving our fights
Into closets,
As hushed shrieks
Seep beneath
Scrubbing
Stubborn curses off our
Tainted floorboards
Tossing our
Crimson rags
We put our sheep’s
Clothing,
Ridding our venomous
Tongue,
As guest arrive
Nostalgia fumes, the air
Triggering pieces
Of the burned home
As bits of char lay on my tongue,
Reminiscing the fire
You started
I look at the cracks of
your laughs
And write the lyrics
Your smile,
My eyes drink
Till drunk.
Yearning for one more
Sip
My eyes,
Roam your garden
Blooming my soul
With petals
Of your love
My eyes,
Have ventured
Galaxies
Picked glistening stars.
Yet, were dimmed
When I laid upon
Your universe
As the moon,
You have revealed
Light to me
In my darkest crescents
You caress my soul
With a swirl of stars,
I embrace them.
Nestling it into the night abyss,
Depicting my love
One day,
Ink will no longer drip
From my crowded eyes
One day,
My past will not
Blur my step
One day,
I would rid
This sticky tar of chaos.
Breathing in honey of peace
One day,
My bodies prison
Will release me
I hate this pestering itch,
Provoking another
Bitter lie on my skin
I hate the dark brown
Eyes of mine.
The way they have no
Glint of the sky
Or a pinch of earths creations
I hate my smile.
Written distaste,
Across my rustic teeth.
Why couldn’t it be tamed?
Why must I be a wild beast?
I’m not as flawless,
As the sunrise or sunset.
Every imperfection is another
Ugly thunderstorm of mine
No one will,
Scoop me up
From my rubble of despair 
No one will,
Guard my heart
From thieves
No one will
No one will
No one will
No one will,
Cram my scars
With love.
Instead,
Crimson blood drips
No one will,
Show me to walk.
For I was to run,
Before I even blinked
I forget not everyone
Produces bad fruits
Not all
Have thunderstorms that torment
Brittle trees like me
Others aren’t
Tatted with gruesome scars
On their bark.
As myself
I use my stump
To hold my rotting tree.
Yet, my feeble roots
Cannot bear to nestle me any longer
As my last bit of hope
I raise my branches,
For a blink of light.
Though, I’m plunging onto
The dead ground below me.
Withering away,
I reunite where I once
Was just a seedling
Strange to know
The bones beneath us
That once roamed.
Not knowing their
Story has come
to a halt
Cherishing laughter
That once was heard.
Left forgotten, only the wind
Can try to mimic their lost voices
We ignore the ticking clock,
Knowing. Each passing second
Is an alarm for Death to arise
From its slumber
At times I wonder,
Does the menacing beast
Live up to its name?
Or shout to warn its victims before
They are, slain. By the blade?
Does Death knock to let you know it's visiting?
Or as a thief robbing my soul,
In cold-blood?
2 am,
No morning dove to sing.
Just looking at
Dancing clouds and shimmering stars.
As the moon soothes the sleeping earth
to a lullaby.
We remember every lyric.
From its craters to its crescents
How long can I
Hold on to this brittle rope.
Or has it all been a
Allusion for my
last bit of hope?
How long can I
Reach for aid,
Before the crumbling mountains take
me with its sorrows
How long do I hold
My breath. Before I too
Sink. Drowning in my crimson
Blood
Three days with no water.
Two months with no food.
How long before no one but
Death notices,
I am gone.
As if everyone
Evacuated from my mind.
Yet, I remained in this
Empty soul
Body mechanically
Routined to smile,
Talk, and laugh.
Yet, I’m not there
To experience such emotions
As a broken doll,
Did the manufacturer
Put me in the wrong body?
How long do I hold onto this body?
Do I let go when the flesh is rotten,
To its core?
For I’m not here,
Not in the clouds
Or the stars. Just like a ghost,
I’ll haunt.
Till you trace my forgotten
Steps.
Leading my tragic,
vanishment.
