The Killer

I was an internet Diva, I heard you chase girls like that
It’s not in my mind baby, people have told me the fact
Of how insecure you are about not finding love
Of your killer track records that is still soaring above

I was there- maybe you loved me
But there is a difference between love and respect

You never saw my concerns.

For you,
I was just one of them.

And now I stand apart and watch.
Smile to myself at how naive those young girls are.
Same poems, same style, same charm, same magic.

But little do you know darling,
the Hunter gets killed as well. 

Marine Dreams

You make me feel like I don’t have anything to lose. Because I will never get to call you mine ~

Those marine dreams of yours;
A safe zone in the middle of war,
You find peace within the crowd

Because you have a screaming heart
Inside your chest.

Where did your love go so wrong?
That you find yourself deserted
Creating sandstorms all across the field

Blowing people away,blowing love away
Tearing dreams apart.

A picture of us I leave inside your shirt
In your left breast pocket, close to your blood.
But you won’t come back;

Those marine dreams of yours,
Are sinking our memories low.

Rain

the sky flashes
searing open its heart

sending a bolt
to the underworld

piercing through me;
but not past

for i lie at the very bottom
of this treacherous place.

everything is in light
for a second,

i remain invisible.

the Gods scream in agony
their flesh ripped out

by their children
dancing in this showering rain.

Amber

amber

Her skin, the color of molten gold
Dripping down,
flowing towards the amber wood
Like fire sizzling in the rain,
the flames blazing
engulfing the shadow kissed soul.

She rises.
They drop at her feet
A halo of yellow light,
spreading from
the tips of her silk fingers;
Blessing the world.

Sweet Love

the copper- bronzed hair
i am fading in your smell
shy eyes sweet with smile
teasing, testing.

pale skin, it is tinged with pleasure
of sweet puppy love,
breathlessness
thoughts are a jumble,
your lips meet mine.

rhythm, the music is beating
heart beats of love
quickening its pace,
lapels of sheets, covering our shyness.

a fire bursts, engulfing silence
the ambers sizzle, burning.
no more do we love,
life has settled its pace, defying us.

i walk out of the door, fully dressed.

The men on the street stare at my bare flesh,
beneath my clothes. 
i train my eyes ahead, chin held high.
Their leers force me to look down.
my strappy heels, mother gifted them to a Lady.
The white skin beneath symbolises i am a whore.
i am made for love, but my doleful eyes
Bring out the lust.