My favourite drug

I retreat to my corner
And mark the times
When you're the favourite drug
That I couldn't get over

Pure vitriol coursed through me
The insipid being was sustained
More is craved
Yet no more you can offer

So now the soul's languid
And the body is limp
I rattled and shook
Desperate for one more dose

Yet despite all this
The macabre slit still remains plastered
For I bear the scars
Of your desired poison

You're still my favourite drug
-The addict

diary of a morning person

10.15am

light on my skin
i am nudity clothed and true
to eyes that can drift on me now
soft, slow, time -- you have lovely feather eyes.

10.15am

four point five above ground
numbers you tease and twist me well
my fear lasts only a bar of cold railing
vertigo you reside in me -- quiet when i am not falling.

10.15am

this place is noisy with a million thoughts
in even numbers, i cannot tell what she is thinking
i am a passenger in your life
even if your mind is not on me -- it is rather involuntary.

10.15am

in the picture we lean against white wall
my arm is slung over your shoulder
i have a book of stills, and flipping fast
we look as though we're pushing and pulling apart
-- that is more like it.

the courage of desire

speak.

before the last muscle is infused
with reason the shade of bright black
loosen yours and moisten your lips
with desire the colour of indigo -

speak.

before the last sense wakes
and injects the daily apple in our veins
i will say how you coloured my cheeks red
with desire the colour of indigo

before your taste on my lips fade.

Outcast

(This is one of those random, spur-of-the-moment kind of thing. Can't really explain why I wrote what I wrote.)

He traverses the damned lonely streets
With his hood pulled low
Hands stained with his deeds
Deep in his pockets
He turns away from the light
For the truth blinds him
His gums bleed from the addiction
That none could save him from
The heart beats for an answer
Yet the head knows full well
The world stopped loving him
Long ago

casanova

(not exactly a poem)

this heart is yours but i've crushed it
does it still beat for me?
i dont believe i love you but
the night seems daunting
and i want you here with me

i wouldn't ask, oh no
you were never capable
of saying no, not to me
but i am kind in my cruelty
so i let you bleed for me

moving wheels

i have been here.
the time is different but
i have been here.

i have always been taught
to be fond of plainness,
but you caught me by surprise
when you turned back thrice
on your delicate moving wheels.

i only dare lower my head
with the faintest wistfulness
when your wheels fly straight
into the dimming love
of opiate street light.

(forgetful street,
your memory no longer bears us
but i can trace his steps and mine
down your flower padded paths
a thousand days ago.)

i have been here.
the one on wheels changes often
but i have always been here.

a dedication

something simple, on something close to my heart now. written based on a tune.

(paint me well, because when you go, all i have is what you made of me.)

this is where
i choose to believe
this is where
i hang my heart
on my sleeve

what do i have to lose
only you
only you

this is where
you disregard nature's laws
this is where
you trace my flaws
and make me beautiful

why not take a bet
what is at stake
is only you
only you

in your artist's eyes
where am i
there's only you
only you

life must be the greatest art, for all art is based on it, and none can come close to unveiling it.

the leader

down streets of old tiles
mosaic pieces make no sound
i trot behind your worn hat
you are the leader of the pack

down lanes of old men
musical instruments in hand
their hats are overturned
with loose change in them

down alleys of old stone walls
your fragrance knits morning glories
from a trail of summer breeze
one raise of your hat you freeze them all

down open lands of destruction
weak flesh hide in underground tunnels
you bow with your hat low
and smile to embrace a new epoch

down the roads often travelled
you take on pseudonyms for cover
walking through rise and falls
burying blood of competitors

they've looked for you from the start
marked you down in circles of twenty-four
they've tried so hard to pin you down
but you still stand far off

you take the world in your stride
and seasons follow your rhyme
with a tip of your hat you collapse eras
dear Time, you are the leader of our pack