Blind Date

She’s seated in front of me, in all her grace and beauty. I like her more than I had planned. The bulky man man standing behind me moves a bit to the left exposing rays of sunshine that bathe her smooth flawless skin in a pale orange light. I’m so awed by the sight in my eyes that all I can do is smile(grin) sheepishly.

I notice the scar near her ear and stare persistently. How can such a mark look so appropriate on someone? She looks up and our eyes lock momentarily. Did she just steal a glance? I quickly put away the grin but find myself struggle to hide my delight when she shyly looks back down with the cutest little smile I’ve ever seen exposing a perfect set of pearly white teeth.

As I continue to check her out, her body leads my mind to a land far far away. A place of personal pleasure as I take her on more dates on unforgettable nights in Paris and undress her with my eyes. I wonder what she’s thinking. Does she know what am thinking?

Why is it so hot around here?

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Predicament

I need a tamed heart, because mine is just hands down wild. I need a caged beast that roars once in a while to make others aware of it’s presence. Like a kitty that lies on your couch all puffy and cute, but scratches when provoked.

I need a thoughtful heart. One that has second thoughts before going in on a deal. One that will question my thoughts and actions (if such exist).

I need a partially frozen heart. The kind that will be wrapped in hard ice until it’s time to be unfrozen. Whose thawing will be activated by moments of concise affirmation of properly considered emotions. Emotions that are warm enough to unfreeze it but not too much to roast it as is always the case.

I’ll take it in a size small too if you have it. I don’t need overflow of emotion.

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Lackluster

Can the wind be trusted?

I guess that’s a question only a sailor can answer.

I am tired. A totally disoriented soul trudging my way home. I wish I was there. I wanna get there fast, very fast, though you can’t tell that from my walking. My pace is sluggish. This body must’ve gained unapproved pounds. Home feels so far away, so distant. A walk I take every single evening now seems so difficult to accomplish. The same distance but with not just gravity as my only foe anymore. The thoughts, the emotions, my conscious is weighing me down.

My feet keep getting heavier with every taken step, my shoes bigger. The distance between my head and heart must have gotten bigger too. I can’t reconcile what I know is true in my head with the hard feelings of betrayal, disappointment and hatred that now reside in my heart. It might not be true. A result of my ever-present day dreams? I really hope so.

I have to get to my destination first to afirm the whispers of the wind.

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Here Lies Love

Here lies love

He was born with a gift of laughter, pleasure, content, disguise and obsession.

Here lies love

At the end of a very short journey. She succumbed and couldn’t hold on any longer.

Here lies love

He lives in our hearts. Curved his name pretty nicely in there, hoped to leave a legacy.

Here lies love

With her lie all the beautiful memories, all the nice words, said or unsaid and all her secrets and mysteries.

Here lies love

An absence now suffices him for whom our hearts were not enough.

Here lies love

She didn’t just vanish, her form deteriorated gradually. Now her epitaph reads ‘figment’.

Here lies love

His life a beautiful memory, his absence a silent grief.

Here lies love

She is not today what she was yesterday.

Here lies love

He had a life, just like any other, unlike any other.

Here lies love

She’s safe in the hallowed quiets of the past.

Here lies love

A painter of rainbows who chased unicorns.

Here lies love

You will see the skies and remember her thinking she wanted stars. The rim of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, and your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.

Here lies love

Once met, never forgotten.

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Enigma

The night was fleeting away. Dawn was closing in and as she continued to lie on his bare chest an owl could be heard hooting in the distance. A bird too rare to find in those sides of the savanna. Disaster was looming, even his non-superstitious soul could feel it.

All that was to be said had been said and all that was to be heard was heard but there was no solution between the two love birds. So all they could do was lay there staring in the dark, in the golden silence, arms around each other. There existed more peace in the silence as they both had come to learn

An end to their romantic endeavors was imminent. They knew it, the owl predicted it. All that remained was their acceptance of their new situation. Such credence doesn’t come easy. Escapism wasn’t an open option either.

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My Very Own Cersei Lannister

I’ve got my own tormenting anxieties to deal with. Here I am trying to slay my own demons and then there’s you – you’re not making it any easier. All you do is empower my afflictions, I see you arm them for battle. The gist of my spirit is dimmed and I don’t know how to light it up, but no matter how much I do, it won’t matter. You relentlessly blow into the dwindling candle.

What’s more worrying is you don’t notice you’re playing for opponent. Maybe it’s because you’ve taught me the art of hiding behind a mask of smiles, and am an almost perfect student. You can’t see that you’re adding salt to injury and I ain’t growling in displeasure. I guess then I’m meant to lose this war.

It’s disastrous that I can’t make you understand and even worse that I can’t bring myself to talk to you about it. I’ll just have to chow down on this poisoned meat and drink away the chalice of pain.

Maybe I’ll weather the storm. Maybe when the war is done you’ll see my bruises. Maybe then you’ll understand. Maybe you’ll be the one to tend to my injuries and help me heal. Who knows, you might even apologize. Or maybe when the smoke clears I’ll be dead…

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