The Witness

Over the bed
Under the blankets
A war is being fought

The heart and the mind
Pull and push
In eternal battle

The moon shines on
Waxing and waning
Waiting for the winner

Sometimes it is the heart
Who triumphs
And tears flow

Sometimes it is the mind
And that is when
The walls come up

Thought bubbles

Somethings are so sacred; 

you don’t dare to dwell on it

Somethings are so rare; 

you barely get a glimpse of it

Somethings are so dear; 

you hold it close to heart

Somethings are so pretty; 

you can’t take your eyes off it

Somethings are so real; 

you feel it in your every pore

Somethings are so painful; 

you try and forget they ever happened

Somethings are so bittersweet; 

you touch upon them often

Somethings, things.

Cogito ergo doleo - I think, therefore I suffer

Sometimes when you don’t know what to expect, you stop reacting.

Sometimes when you don’t know how to react, you stop feeling.

Sometimes when you don’t know how to feel, you stop living.

But then, most times, you just stop thinking so damn much and get on with life.

Inside her head

I invade your dreams

I am your nightmare

I darken your light

I am the monster

Your mother warned you about

Not here, not now

Not then, not ever

I refuse to let you win

I shall not be defeated

His words and mine

War and collide

I wonder who will win

This space inside my head.

Camaraderie in silence

We sat there side by side

In the place we once frequented

Our legs dangling

Over inky black water

That shimmered and reflected

The light from the lampposts

The moon was a weird orange

Sailing across a gray-blue sky

The branches above our heads

Lacked leaves, not flowers

Like our conversation

Lacked words, not companionship

A lonely crane looked on

At a swimming fish we couldn’t spy

A splash here, a missed meal there

And it was time to go

Our separate ways

The battle that never was

I lost today

A personal loss

A little battle

Fought within me

I lost today

It wasn’t even unfair

A matter of will

That bent a little too much

I lost today

And I have no one to blame

Nobody would ever know

Things will continue, just the same

But, I lost today

I know.

Cursed

A precious drop

A pinprick caused it

Torn asunder

A flood resulted

A minor reflection

A major surrender

Down memory lane

Mindless ranting

Sniffling, snuffling, reminiscing

Immeasurable pain

A deep cut

Still raw, still unhealed

The heart-blood

Forever flowing.

Just Saying

Give me a rude comment
Over a cordial nod
For I can stand emotions true
But never indifference

Tell me I made a mistake
Rather than frozen silence
For I can take a blow to my chin
But not one to my back

Do not clap, do not smile
Do not even acknowledge my existence
I can live with that
Live without the all the way you

But will not accept
Half baked whines
Obliged glory
Or polite applause

So, there.