Dark Saint
I will wait, I will wait,
In this dark age inked on my skin,
And remain a dark saint,
for those who envied my deceitful grin.
Poetry
Calm Mornings
In calm mornings, breakfast and the Sun,
I smile upon our window,
Our family was one,
Family was a pink fridge in a kitchen,
A table filled with food,
Yellow Parasites
Like dancing yellow parasites in joys,
Looping around obstacles made of toys,
Restraining their smile, their worthless defeat,
In crushed pale red, they sleep and retreat.
WHITE DEATH
It’s your final day, lay in the snow,
it’s your final sight,
open your eyes, look down slow,
your life a series of high and low,
now it doesn’t matter,
MAD
It tasted like honey,
sweet and sad,
how can how can this be happening,
me,
SELFISH SIN
Forgive me lord for I’m a damn fool,
Forgive me, Forgive me, For..give…..
Is it human to float in blood filled pools,
Is it human to kiss death through the eyes that sleep,
BITTER GLASS
The Kaleidoscope of our colors keep changing,
from blossoming flowers to pebbles of stone,
we used to watch the rain in every moment staining,
our muddy feet and the white winters of our flesh tones,
EYES FOR WAR
Tell me that’s the smell of earth after the rain,
Tell me those water drops are not in vain,
If this war doesn’t leave those eaten alive,
peacefully sleeping in blood beds of five.
LITTLE BLUE DRESS
In waiting, I made a flower arrangement for your arrival, In a blue summer dress I sat beside it and then I wait, I held the tea cups you adored and sipped poison from it in denial, because the letter you sent to me, my loved one, of your dreadful fate. In Sadness I mourn, …
MEMOIRS TO STAY
When time renders the soul to ashes,
and tears fade the brightest star afar,
while the darkest shade of grey matches,
all your memoirs of deepest fears to scar.