sword clash

i have been fighting for the longest time
enough wars to make your hearts break

                  [dawn and dusk
                        mother and father
                   sibling and child
                          ; the darkest of all crusades
                                 the most righteous of all jihad ]

   i would fight a thousand more
                         a thousand more

                                  if i could fall like a star
               or angel
                             (there isn't too much of a difference; both are so far away)

       into you
                        ; my home.
                  (heaven,
                                 jannah)

celebrating supermoon

they say there's a supermoon out tonight,
the first time in eighteen years;
you've never believed in coincidences.

(eighteen years is too coincidental,
 it's when you first start feeling lonely,
 and it's my first debut to existence;
 an errant thought in a young girl's
 womb.)

(eighteen years is too coincidental,
 as you left the icy square prehistory
 and memories of the wine-red sun.)

(eighteen years is too coincidental,
 because that's how long it's taken,
 for me to fly home.)

(oh but, eighteen years is too coincidental,
 because this is the year i realise i kinda
 fucking love you.)

(and eighteen years is too coincidental,
 for this to be a coincidence.)

there's a supermoon out tonight,
for the first time in eighteen years,
it's there to celebrate youandme.

platinum albums

i am fire and blood and screams and rage,
your voice is spearmint toothpaste,
on an aeon-old burn,

your heartbeat is the soundtrack of my mind,
but your pulse fades beneath my fingertips,
as i hug you goodbye.

viper

eyes, eyes, yellow eyes.
stop staring at me;
you lookin' for a fight?

teeth, teeth, long sharp teeth.
stop baring them at me.
can't you smile for once?

your words are like poison,
except there's no antidote,
not against you, anacondad
not against your special brand of poison,
the kind that burns and burns
like acrid acid in my blood;
hate.

but you know what?
i'll survive and i'll live and breathe and be
just fine without you.
what doesn't kill me, only makes me superfuckinghuman.

so come at me, viper.
i can do this.

["But no man can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison."]

James 3:8

park echo

your fingers are splayed against my thigh,
eight fingers memorising the feel of my skin,
keeping the residue of my soul in the ridges,
climbing and gliding along my legs,
like a weary spider.

my breath is hot on your neck,
brushing lips are distracting
and it distracts you; i know
because you told me so.

i miss you, sometimes.