Words are so fragile
Colours of paint stain
This white canvas
The world is merry today as
I think clouds and feel chants
Without swallowing ink
And my words bleed on paper
Tears can flow
In this bright reality
Nothing the sun won’t dry
As I skip engulfed –
In the reflection of my own expressions
My calligraphy
My feet take me forwards
Towards
I don’t want to look
Behind me
Back doesn’t exist
But then
A sound
A little wound still
Unstitched-
Waves of
Recollections
Utterances
Oh but words are so fragile
They hang about now
Fluid-like
Cross my path
In gaiety
My words are clear, he said
So clear I can dive
Right through them
Divide those waters
Keeping us apart
No paintbrush
Can stain-
Is dexterous enough
To pierce through these
Water Colours
This sunshine
Of Hope
Of delusion
Ink & Poison: A lost Muse
Bleeding on paper
As it comes out of my pores
Stretch marks on my skin from
Withholding
My hand trembles
But I cannot write
Too many
Too much
The poison the gentle Caress which would take My soul
Once
She would take my voice
My heart
My pen
Once
Scribbling words of genius
Of pain
Which was me
With a vengeance I could breathe out my demons
Vomit
Leaving behind ruins and
Relief
The validation of the devil
Which was me
And she
Who created me by
Being swallowed by me
But where is she now?
Poison, oh poison.
Living in blood
Of another artist
Devouring tongues and making love
To streets of broken glass and poetry
Creation of
Everything lost to me
She lurks in the world still
Exposing fires in broken pupils
Not mine
Not within me
I’m extinguished
Now I cannot write
I feel
