Acute

Acute

Cutting through 

Like fire 

Afraid of awareness

That might only exist 

Afraid to know

Intensity

Unaware of reality..

I just can't comprehend 

What this is 

Want you to love me like fire

Cracking through the field

I want you to need me

Immensely

Intensely 

Widely 

Freely

Out most naturally in an artificial unreal way

All in acute

All in a dream

I want you to know me

Acutely 

 

Lessons of Marshall town glory

He stands on my door step...

My biggest fear.

He stands on my door step.

With nothing but a nail-clipper to his name.

I have came to realize... That he is not the only one.

A million cold pains

Have made their skins thick

Some walk barefooted...

Only steel bottle caps scar their heels

Many have not had a decent meal since the last soup kitchen...

Yet a gazillions foods go to waste...

They live in and out of my town...

He stands at my door step...

My biggest fear!

The fact that he was deceived by 

The shine of candy, that lights up my town, torments me.

They came... Packed up... 

Ran away, 

Up and left bitterness behind.

Their faces... 

Tell a story... They are worn out 

They wear pain... Other wear hatred and stubbornness

That all belongs to their past.

I fear 

That one day...  

I will end up like them...

With the only clothes on my back 

I fear...

Sweet words, and deep promises...

Will lead me to distraction.

I fear...

Giving in

I fear...

Not having water to drink

He is a constant reminder...

To appreciate those who love me

Love them back...

Appreciate home...

Though it is not perfect... 

But it has my mothers smile..

My sisters stubbornness

And my nephews naughtiness.

In this bright city...

Nothing but coldness exists.

Lessons of Marshall town glory! 

For the best

In possible danger

All based on a true lie called love

After love so intense

I am scared of being alone.

All though I like the four walls of my

Room

All I wanna do is run...

But my feet are heavy

I don't really know what to say

Rather there is so much I want to tell you but I fear you might judge me

Or hate me.

heartache is a medical condition

Symptoms are heavy breathing... Dizziness... Fast heart beat. 

Blurry eyes.. And non stop tears

Streaming down your face.

The pain becomes bearable, once the breathing becomes slower. 

But it all starts... Again

Repeats it's self.

And you are in pain.

I wanna tell you so much.

But I don't know where to start.

I don't even know who you are.

I wanna scream to the universe..

And in dire need of a motherly hug. 

At the same time I need your love.

And forgiveness 

I need you to cleans me of this sin.

I need you now, more than ever.

I heard that his blood is purer than crystals. I asked myself how? How is it possible for blood to be pure?

It stains?  How is it that something that is pure can leave traces.

But his blood is not like ours...

He is holy. And his blood is love.

That is the answer I got.

I keep typing the word love.

And it's not voluntary 

It comes naturally

His love is natural, and anything that is natural is honest.

He is here with me.

I choose to believe that.

And I will hold on to him.

No matter what people do to me.

I will hold firm

Woman

Woman:

      Without education.

I am confided to a small scale…

Only befitting to my overflowing dreams

I am stripped naked… Bare

I am unarmed, against unmatched forces

Threatening mass distraction in the economic battlefield…

The Prize, in its simple forms is remaining relevant!

Against an unstoppable variable that never stops

I am literature, with no connotations nor irony,

No one bothers to publish me.

I am language without words…

I carry no meaning in my message

I am a tree without roots…

Only kept by the ever retracting friend…

Rain in fear, exposes my nature… uprooted,

Carried away with tides when the ground I solely leaned on,

Disappeared with every whip from the generous rain.

I am nothing confided to a small scale over flowing with dreams…

 I am a graveyard… a pure garden of dead dreams.

I am a king, with no throne…

Merely a commoner in my kingdom…

 I am Rapazel, without her magical hair,

 I am Cleopatra without her beauty and charm.

  I am nobody without education.

A Tear Fell

A Tear Fell

So cold, so indifferent, so open

like love lost and never found

It fell uncultivated, it fell on plane

So silent, so innocent, so personal

A Tear Fell

To the sorry known only to self

Like it was never meant to fall over

Like it was a mistake repeated unknowingly

crying out to the rejection of love of nature

A Tear Fell

So immune to the suffering of ilk

Like a sprinkled watery bulb

lay there and kept all miseries to self

looking a meaningfully quiet and aloof

A Tear Fell

Manufactured by watery mist of nature

And let to dot down by leaves of a plant

A plant so sweet, so pleasant like mothers bosom

Opening up its happy hand in a season

A Tear Fell

Like an innocent photo it lay there so truthful, so loyal, so faithful

like a problem asunder; a problem obscured to others

A problem restricted to and known

by one party only

A Tear Fell

Truth in naked

How do I start to tell you what burns inside of me?

The fact that I dislike having to address every aspect of my thoughts with the letter “I”

          Maybe I am afraid of the fact that “I” makes every word so personal.

Truth in naked is a foreign resident in all our lives.

Well, I will love to believe that when we are all bare, we are all at home.

Certain darkness fills our homes… and we are too quick to cover her up

And cloth her…

What are we afraid off?

What I mean to say is; what am I afraid of?

Truth in naked is a passionate exposé

Of my true being

Fear of looking at my bareness leads to thoughts of a

Love and hate relationship with my flaws.

Maybe it is deeper than my physical nakedness that terrifies me.

   The mere thought of Truth in naked, Goes deeper than my physical sense.

It captures me… and I see the truth about myself. And she is beautiful.

Her beauty can only be seen through truth. But what is this truth in naked?

In its most simple sense; it is the essence of stripping oneself from all tittles that cloth our true selves. It is looking in to what I truly represent. Being within one self is another way one can explain Truth in Naked.

               I strip myself naked, only because I miss myself. And what I saw was amazing. Every imperfection… represented a strength that left my body to make a better me. And I appreciate that more.

Paralyzed by love

Tonight is one of those night?!
I'm in pain
All I know is
I want him back
Soo bad
I know I can't have him back

It's been 4 years since you
Lay silent

And with each day,
It's a new struggle

I really wish you were
Still here
Things would be different
Either better
Or worse
Either way
I would have you here
It would matter

But you lie still

No matter how hard
I pray
Or cry
You lie there
Breathless
Everyday
Is a new struggle

I vowed to move
Never to lie still
Till my time comes

I have faith
We will meet

Till then...
I will forever bid you farewell