My heart as paper
My blood as ink
A rhythmic letter
Folded into being.
A paper fish
Swims a furious ocean
Floats with every wish
Graceful in motion.
A paper feline
Roams a wild jungle
With guts and spine
To fight and mingle.
A paper bird
Soaring up and about
Sky high and undeterred
Wherever without doubt.
My heart as paper
My blood as ink
A rhythmic letter
Of fins, claws and wings.
Amidst dusk
Overlooking the horizon
Under skies so vast
She stood chilled
Feet nearly frozen.
Warmth was her heart
Blanketed with moments
Of falling apart
Of words unspoken
Of a fresh start
Of a future to awaken.
Four thousand miles away
On a setting profoundly wonderful
She vowed to remember
That wondrous day
And always be thankful
For some things may go astray
Yet life remains ever so beautiful.
This piece is originated from one my fondest memories of 2018. I can still vividly remember the color of the sky, the misty dusk and how chilly the stone on which my feet stood. I pray that I’ll be back one fine day in the future to do it all over again.
They say you heal,
All wounds, anger and hard feelings,
A life-long deal,
Soothing away every pain with your tickings.
They say you’re an illusion,
Days named and hours counted,
Freezing men in delusion,
Each second passed; neglected.
They say you’re a gift and blessing,
God-given upon all,
Yet most are incessantly chasing,
Outrunned and deprived in a pitfall.
They say you’re many things,
It matters not what you are,
For verily men are loss beings,
Always too late for you have gone far.
There was a charming guy among the lot,
His being silenced every noise,
With his droopy eyes and dreamy look.
He turned her stomach in knots,
By the sound of his voice,
Her soul mercilessly hooked.
The colors of her cheeks rose,
She fiercely blushed,
At the warm kiss of the Sun.
Her intense eyes made time froze,
How his heart rushed,
Beating fast in a never-ending run.
Under a willow tree they sat,
On a bench perfectly fit for two,
Her head resting on his shoulder.
Reminiscing on the day they first met,
A tale of love so pure, innocent and true,
Saying their vows for the future.
Days passed and years gone by,
Their life transformed,
When a bundle of joy was born.
With the little one for her to occupy,
Happiness threatened by a storm,
For he had found another love and left her forlorn.
Forever is nothing more than a word,
And words are meant to be kept and broken,
For hearts easily waver and stray.
Just like that happy endings were deterred,
When he chose to break the unbroken,
And she wondered if love ever returns when it runs away.
I wrote this for two people who are dear to me. The guy cheated on his wife while she was in confinement after delivering their first baby. Here I am thinking if true love exists when confessing love and breaking promises is just that easy.
Maybe you’re thin,
Maybe you’re tough,
Maybe you like keeping things clean,
Maybe your hands are rough.
Maybe you have deep brown eyes,
Maybe your hair’s a buzzcut,
Maybe you enjoy driving for miles,
Maybe you love eating cheese tarts.
Maybe you’re a great brother,
Maybe you draw beautifully,
Maybe you hate being a bother,
Maybe you love things that are cute and tiny.
Maybe we’re breathing the same air,
Maybe we’re hidden in plain sight,
Maybe you’ve always been there,
Maybe time’s just never right.
Maybe we’re on each others’ mind,
Maybe we’re not meant to be,
Maybe we’re both miserably blind,
Maybe the right one’s been destined for you and me.
SCRAWL SEASON 