innards

I am caught between the gutter and sidewalk
my heart thumps 
when I see the flickering sunset
my foot hits a bottle
I look down at my bloody toe
which has now carved into a stone
my legs have vanished
my shadow is crooked
and my innards gurgle out
I try to figure out why your body twitched 
when I am the one who is hurt

"I wake to find myself typing away furiously,
my words falling all over-
operation writing accomplished"

snaky tales

total darkness
pitch black
which contains eternity
their eyes merge after a while
heat shakes the hearts
slippery slithering bodies
of snakes entangle in knots

a captured momemt

you walk out in a huff
your plate of food unfinished
I run to the door to call you back
but you are nowhere to be seen
feeling sad and vulnerable
I walk back inside the house
and sit at the window
with a blurred vision
my thoughts in a turmoil
I wipe my tears, look out, 
see you talking on your cellphone

you sit inclined on a concrete sidewalk
your head bobbing up and down
I curse the person at the other end
you pocket your cellphone, 
sit there with a calmness that jars me

"is it my figment that I see the delivery boy
delivering a pizza to you, and you open it
close it again, and walk towards our home?"

stalker

Lee Friedlander, from America by Car

inside my car I sleep on the wheel
(don't worry, the car is stationary)
my head rolling after hours of driving
I am totally rusted out
can't you make it out from my glaze
which the clouds can't hide
I parked it in a crowded place
buildings all around
I dragged my feet too long over you
now my mind nods to for me to stalk you
my ragged breath walks on the blade's edge
I simply don't care about what is right
I don't wish to build bridges
or straighten my act any more
I am just too stretched out

"you want a new beginning
I will give you that in a gilded cage,
limber up your mind to be a prisoner"

a cross

Rage by AnnaMariaDeMari at deviantART

don't look into my insomniac eyes-
seemingly so, 
(I sleep like a log)
that cross on my forehead-
a mark I acquired 
when I fell down from the stars
but what of it?
I look like a fallen angel
with my gelled hair,
and unblinking stare
that air of haughtiness
you could never fathom my indomitable spirit
(just a fact I state)

"when I walk on the earth again, 
I find bliss in my obscure state"

hanging my head

broken feet, with no skin
I hang shoulder to shoulder with my siblings
these girls wear hoops
I forgive them for dancing around us
I wish for a burst of energy
that topples over the brink
may the bolt drop on these girls
may they drown in the shallows of some river
a shame I know
but do they deserve any better?

"putrid flesh has the power to preach-
just you see, just you see"

timed out

I paper walls
hiding hideous marks
left over from a time we lost
I like crinkled finish
bubbles formed under paper

do we ever find time,
why we say we lost it?

hambre

the vibrations
permeates into me
I try to transfer those to you
will you please accept it-
letting me have my way with you
piece by piece...
I....hunger.....for.....you
you.....hunger....for....me
why don't we let our bodies
follow our mind and hearts

"come admire the bond,
those silken ties......silken ties"

stolen moments

I lost it-
a goose bump to you
a whole universe for me
you hid it in the closet
along with few of my breaths
which I have saved from you
I wonder how you found my hiding place
where I have hoarded massive stuff
the moments I stole from you
that scar which bothered you
I have braided our intermingled breath
in the knob on the closet door
how did you find my hiding place
now yours too
yet I know too well
you will never find anything that I hid there
that coin wrapped in with your scent is all I have of you
not to forget the togetherness we had shared
in the floor by the fireside
I prefer those to be well hidden
from your prying self

"nailing that closet was never so tough"

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I wrote a poem out of nothing and everything. We hoard keepsakes of material things apart from our memories. And I tried to create a poem from that memory, keeping out material things. Anyone else who does this, I would love to read it. I offer it as a prompt for We Write Poems...

alley and valley

music in my mind
flows into yours
intermingling both of us

love clutches my belly

I want to know why
the heart feels that flutter
while I learn you with my body

love clutches my belly

in the essence of you
I fall into overwhelming depths
to rise again to the fore

love clutches my belly

if it goes on like this
I will make that my banner
and post it in an alley