The Irony of Every Beautiful Thing

Let me write now alive and well
Roaming in my thoughts
Like I have never roamed before
My heart in pain and soul in anguish
Freed
From all the hubris and make belief
I bear the coldness
of my naked solitude with pride
I will not budge,
I will not hide
But  I ask myself:
What difference could I have made?
She’s like a broken water fountain
On a warm day
The thirsty stand in line to take a sip
But all that she can serve them are her tears
And as I stand in line and wait my turn
I’m writing these few lines
To keep me company
I’ll never have her
Although we could have had the world
That’s just the irony of every beautiful thing
It’s always at a distance,
fleeting, beyond reach
But no
I will not budge
I will not hide
I’ll stand under the scorching sun for days
Until her tears and mine
Pour their way into a stream
And share some journey
Towards a setting sun

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jungle mungle

That longing
Slowly dying
At the bottom
Of your chest
You can feel its heartbeat
Faintly throbbing
Rising every morning
With you
Still awake
For years
Like a school of daisies
Waiting innocently
For the sun
To shine
Feeding from
The coldeness of
The earth
Taking refuge in a soil
Roughened by the days
Each grain of sand
A thousand years of memory
Stale waters
Soaking roots
Soggy pores
Sleepy buds
Blossoming peacefully
Only when its time
Beyond the stories
Of this world
Transcendent is
That uncivilized passion
That raw melancholy
That natural desire
To expand
Germinating in every grain
Of pollen
That instictual love
That beauty
That currency of existence
Ethereal
Swaying beneath
Our ignorant eyes

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Crosswalks

 

Sidewalk cliffs
Beauty bounded
But smiling still
Her fingers wrap around
A cigarette
Her phone pulled out
From skinny jeans
Pockets ripped
I can see her skin
She takes a call
And walks on still
She looks both ways
And falls away
Forever

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Poem 103

The Schizophrenic: I am Real

Words a million words
Callous judgments breaking skin
Numbers peeling lemon trees
Desires fading by the day
Citric scents
Carried through the universe
Trailed by constellations
Tracing crevices
In the way we interact
You will never know me
But I am real
All our senses
Geared in this conspiracy
Will keep us close
And take us far away

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Character: 95/100

The Calligrapher: I Read You

Characters scattered
Across her face
Constant strokes of beauty
Alphabets divine
Telling stories
Tales of love
And heartbreak
With every squint
And smile
A million words
Never said
Silenced by the kindness
Of a heart
In never-ending anticipation

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Character: 94/100

The Popstar: Karaoke of Defeat

I sing for all of them to hear
But no one really seems to understand
A loving panther calling for her cubs
While the whole jungle sits aside in fear

As all the world is dancing to my beats
I’m scratching at my ears for it to stop
Deep down inside I feel so out of tune
But on the outside all I do is shine
Just like a supernova for a while
I blow their minds and afterwards implode
Into the catacombs of yesterday
Until the very reason I exist
Is for their smiles and cameras to stay

I’m born a perfect being that I know
But cursed with knowledge really seems to hurt
I cannot find the truth between the lines
And so my life is nothing but a song
It’s pleasant when you hear it for sometime
But I’m obliged to hear  it on repeat
The karaoke of my own defeat

And everyday I run away
I curl inside my bathtub all alone
I let the water fall just like the rain
The paparazzi cannot find me here
My tears are hidden by the drops
My hair is wet
My fragile toes are feeling cold
The water plays its sweetest songs
A symphony of silent tears
I fall asleep
I wish the world could hear me now
Although I’m naked and exposed
Only the drops can make them see
Beyond the face of sexuality

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Character: 47/100
Dedicated to A. G.

The Welder: Mending Broken Hearts

Through my goggles
I see another world
A land of smoke and molten lava
Believe and you shall reap
For at love’s length
There’s nothing one can’t reach
And after winters cold and barren
Spring will bloom
A simple shrub
Atop a carpet made of snow
Will signal the beginning of something new
A fire deep inside
Dampened by the rain will burn again
I prep my tools
A thick red flame will jump right out
Of my machine
And snatch your heart towards another world

A heart of stone can never burn
It only melts
In shining molten lava land
Liker rivers thick, it flows
Like starry skies, it glows
We’re blinded by its light
A million shadows on the walls unfold
A million stories to be told
Of drunken nights and journeys old

And as I work my way into your chest
I leave my mark
I mend your broken heart
I keep the fire on
This time the warmth
Is never-ending
The lava flows between our eyes
It brings us joy
I take my goggles off
And as we liken ourselves to the gods
We burn to death
To rise again reborn

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Character: 45/100

The Model: Skinny Love

Splash some magic ink onto my face
Bitch!
Let me glow
And show them whose the diva of this town
I need to shrink
I am too fat
I need to disappear to feel just right
And in my disappearance
I want to take command
I want the world to see
One thing
Beyond my flesh
Beyond the contours of my body
Beyond the makeup and the clothes
Beyond my heels
Beyond my sexy lingerie
Beyond the purgatory of my cleavage
Beyond my long and shiny legs and perfect thighs
Beyond my ass so small and plumped up like a prune
I want them to see me,
For who I truly am
An animal of sex
Defined by raging fires inside
An inferno of lustful beauty and vile sentiments
That gives me power over all this land
I want to be the queen of hearts of every man
And towards that end
I’ll sacrifice it all
Until I disappear
And all that remains is the trace of my lipstick
On a can of diet coke
On my cigarette butt
And on the many apples rotting by the windowsill
And as I lose my flesh
I shine with individuality
My soul’s revealed
Once captive underneath my skin
But now though naked and alone
On catwalks and red carpets
My skinny love’s revealed

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Character: 43/100
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The Farmer: Olive oil and Love

I miss you dearly
Just like I miss a summer breeze
That cools my body in times of heat
Just like the olive tree gives birth to oil
Only to miss its olives for a year
Our love has given birth to memories
But we have lost each other for some time
And with this vivid oil I cook my meals
And dine with your remembrance forevermore

I miss the tassels of your hair
I used to use them
To swing between your eyes
I’d slide my way to your sweet lips
And in their soft embrace we’d be reborn

I see you in the rain
It draws your name on windowsills
The windmill plays your favorite song
The shiny drops of water from the sky
They soak my feet and wake my inner-child
A humbling feeling that feels unfamiliar

But now you’re gone
And with you all the world has cleaved in two
And as our memories fade away
I tend to olive trees
And ask for clouds and rain
To keep alive the harvest of our love
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Character: 40/100