vanilla ice cream

Sunshine, bittersweet
Be mine, I’m on your street –
And I feel it in my veins,
I’m looking past the stains
On your shirt and
your heart,
I’m looking for a place to start
For a race to win,
A chase from sin;
I wiped away the tears
I’m trying to face my fears
And I blew off the steam
With a bowl of
Vanilla ice cream,
Vanilla ice calm

at the shore

the scarlet sun
silent at
sunset,
the sweet scent
of salt
settling
on the sand beds,
a bright breeze
and whispers
huddling at the shore,
she puts herself
to bed
under a blanket of waves
forever more

just choking

nothing,
silence,
save for the chiming
of glass in the wind
and diamonds on the floor;
knuckles on the door,
figures at the shore;
silence,
save for the whispers
in her mind
hope and despair intertwined,
invisible to the masses,
all so blind –
incessantly she chides
her restless soul,
for the words she hides
lest they be turned to coal,
hot ashes, spit
from the pits of what once
was
home

choke
splutter
gag –
asphyxiated by the smoke and mirrors

4 gran ted

a flower on the wall
that heart’s been made
so small

one time you tried
to teach
but instead, they said
don’t preach

and most of the time
you’ll settle for second best
‘cause you can’t fess

up

waiting on midnight indigo

indigo sets in
and he hasn’t accomplished

the things he
set out to

the errands
he had wished -

to finish
before indigo set in -

he paces,
then sits

he ponders,
then waits

and he keeps on waiting
but this bus never comes ~

phase phive

in all my years of living
i’ve come to learn some things -
all my nineteen years and some months -
i’ve learnt that
staying up, into the little hours of morning
will not prolong the inevitability of tomorrow,
that no matter how hard you try
you cannot telepathically communicate
some truths, regardless of how obvious you think them to be,
i’ve come to accept that daylight,
the vibrancy of the sun’s rays
are nutrition for the soul
and that sometimes
you can’t fight the tears,
and that’s okay;
i’ve learnt
that it’s okay to feel down
and low sometimes,
just sometimes,
because it gives real meaning to the moments of true bliss

and i’ve learnt
that at the end of the day
that weight,
the one you’ve been carrying on your shoulders for a while now
you can shake it off, little by little
- when you know you’re ready to

loneur

this is where
you find yourself;
girls and boys
men and women
food,
drink,
entertainment,
flagrant egocentricity,
insincerity, so much insincerity;
façade;
forced laughter
strained smiles
small talk –
this is where
you walk out
the door

note to self:
- keep to self