You took away
the ache I endured
from inflamed organs
replaced it with a sharp pain
the moment you walked away
I have not been the same
trying so hard
to hold my shattered heart together
between hospital treatment visits
and hope for a better day
Dissapointment
I used to fantasise about retirement life
Playing cards
Reading books and people watching in a cafe
Strolling along the beach
with my kitty on a leash
Today
I don’t want to get old
I don’t want to live in a senior unfriendly world
I would hate to be told to go online to do everything
I would hate to be treated like I am void of knowledge, intelligence or experience
Today
I don’t like humans
I see doom and gloom of this sterile world
And I am too tired to even take responsibility of my own actions
Today
I give up
Before the seniors do
Drained
Today is different
I don’t want to see the dark place you so often go to
I don’t want to put myself in your shoes
I don’t want to imagine what you are going through
I don’t want to
Today
I don’t want to
Detox
Before she opens her eyes
She inclines her ears to the song of birds
Then
She wriggles her toes
She gives out a laugh
And
She notices her breathing
By now
She is ecstatic
Day 7 and alive
She has beaten the Devil
Writing Spot
The Living Poetry prompt – Backyard
I spent many lone nights
swaddled in a rainbow hammock
by the crackling firepit
in my manicured backyard
under the clear stary sky
in cold deep winters
Many poems were born
from frozen fingers tapping
on a frosted screen
when the embers started to go out
in the wee hours of the night
With a final sense of satisfaction
I straightened my beanie
wrapped myself in the wool blanket
resettled in my ugg boots
hurried into the house
where everybody I loved
were all in a deep sleep
Book Characters
The walk between prologue
and epilogue
lasts a span of time
only you can decide
We live
We cry
We die
The emotions tower in you
only last a rain showers
No matter how you see us
your opinion only lasts
the length of a pen
in the writer’s hand
The remanence of us
like ghosts live in
the echo of your resounding life
in drips, drops and shreds
Every now and then
You raise a glass
toast to our unceasing spirits
residing in the depth
of your heart
Beauty
She is getting comfortable
to show the folds
at the corner of her eyes
because they were accumulated
from an adventurous life lived
many laughter
and beauty that
only reveals from time.
Emergency
Let’s meet at the Blue Jay
Down the memory lane
Of high school days
Treat me a sorbet trio
Magenta, lime and lemon
Cool the after taste of
Of our bubble gum kiss
In those days
Evenings always came too early
There was no contact after six
Only your smile filled my journal pages
Do you remember
I bet you don’t
On a bed all tubed up
Obliviate to my existence
One of the scrubs
Attending to jumpstart
Your failing heartbeat
🌒 Blood Moon
The ocean is super horny
Let’s ride each other crazy
In the heat of lunar eclipse
Victim
She told him lies about consequences.
His lips were sewn up by shame.
The world became more suffocating
than her body odour.
He was convinced that he needed to be a rat to survive the filth.
Flicker of Thoughts 