Wishes Unanswered
for what i am about to write, i would wish for him to read, to feel, to subjugate the fleeting emotions, to leave, to come back.
but no.
as a person who is incredulously fickle, i don’t want for him to read what i have written, only maybe to feel so much of what i feel that it will bring him to his knees, to subjugate nothing, for him never wanting to leave, then he wouldn’t need to have come back.
and things would have probably been a possible wonderful.
of course, that is wholly me subverting the unknown scenarios of a certain future. when you are in like, and sad to say that the shelf-life of my like spans a bit longer than most humans, though i know its not a uniquely isolated case, i have had a few first encounters with situations much worse than i … anyways, i apologize for straying. again, when you are in like …wow.
i totally lost my train of thought right there.
sidenote; i would cry if a guy called me his ‘soliel’, mon soliel.
Due in Part To
Written on Saturday, May 14, 2011
Were there in this time less distractions due in part..
I surely would have died of a broken heart,
and ends the monsoon in which the seas have halted its waves,
too soon are outnumbered to July are the days.
And you would see a misery in turn,
a lesson in time that is due to be learned,
but the matters of the heart is as stubborn as how you would want to stop the sun from rising,
and in part,
don’t breath on me his name,
it’s as cold as ice,
and this fistful of hair in which my hands are festered to cut,
comes memories that whispers preference due in part..
and as this hair grows,
so does a loss of hope.
King & Queen
A simple laced dress,
white shirt, black vest,
200 maybe 300 guests.
A 1 tier rainbow cake,
fairy lights, give or take?
nothing fancy for goodness sake!
An honest prayer then a dance,
could I maybe have a live band?
the only indulgence if I can?
A ring on a necklace around my neck,
I’m sorry but I’m unconventional like that,
that or you can take it back.
But I know you’ll give in,
though you rarely ever let me win,
because tonight and forever, I am Queen and you are my King.
Sleep
Heavy heart, can’t sleep,
Crying now, can’t keep,
Thinking how, hurt creeps,
Breaking down, won’t peep,
A single sound, tears seep,
Into the sheets.
You still can’t sleep.
You want sleep.
Only sleep.
Dear God
Give me strength to keep this calm till I can have the Friday evening to myself. My time has not been my own this past week. I dont know how much more I can keep together. Please. Just till this Friday.
The Train Ride
She boarded the train, happily tucking her ticket into her jean pocket. She looked left and right for a seat. The conductor, a handsome, wily looking young man, nodded to her and smiled, indicating for her to follow. She hid her smile and blushed, eyes casted down. They walked through rows and rows of seats when finally he stopped at a spacious section that had a large window framing the world passing by. She sat and stared out the window. “Safe journey,” the wily conductor said, and left her basking in warm assurance.
And then she heard a loud noise.
Everything at that moment seemed like a vortex centered into her very being, paroxysm pulsing dully against her ribcage, sucking in negative energy right through the cracks that were about to mend, a direct streak into the heart, because she knew. She suddenly knew.
“He lied,” she thought sadly.
She crouched to the side of the seat, head tucked into her knees, closed her eyes slowly, and braced herself for the crash to come.
starkish
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