She doesn’t want to perish yet. She doesn’t want to die lonely. As she lays there, head’s throbbing, eyes are sore, limbs hurt, heart empty. Tears rushing down her cheeks. Vague memories came flashing. Her eyes filled with incurable pain stained with unfathomable sadness. She doesn’t want to sob. For all she knows nothing can make her feel alive again. Her heart is screaming but it falls into deaf ears. Her mind is mourning but she cannot feel any sympathy. She wants to block everything that could bring back the excruciating taste of bitterness and painful memories. Yet, for one searing moment she unclogs the hole and unlocks the puzzle. She cuts the wounded flesh and trickles of blood stained the spotless blade. It could have been death inside the mirror waving his hands as the puzzle becomes so clear that its vividness overwhelmed her whole senses. And everything turns black and empty. And then the chaotic place is bombarded with an unbearable silence…

I’m falling in love with this poem…whhhewww! Such savagery as raw a raging a lion…Ahehehe. Another work of art by klit-shy, my co-deviant at devianart.com. Check this out…

aDieu mUsikErO. aDieu.

Since birth, I wanted to marry
a musician.

as of now,
someone who sings in the toilet loves
me as if I am the last orchestra,
his fingers strum the flat tires
and
his voice amuses me on or before my
menstrual insanity.

That childhood want grew into a need
at some points of my life.

This very moment,
I am attending its own funeral
and, I am the first person after
the car where I could see its coffin, blurring

an hour away,

I am going to be his jazz,
for it’s him who memorizes my blues and beats

in the evening,
I am going to be his bossanova,
for my kisses would be silent but lingering
sensual

at midnight,
I, his heavy metal
for he is certain,
when I have his flesh on my mouth,

I deserve

a STANDING ovation.

Check her profile here...

I have here a very nice poem written by a fellow deviant at deviantart.com. I dedicate this to someone who is so special. He will always have a place here in my heart forever…

This time,
my affinity with the after-rain soil is over.

It is your skin
and the sweat on your pores
so I have to abandon just
even staring at it or
smelling it
from my terrace.

Right now,
I am throwing away clothes
with buttons and zippers forcibly.

they are you,
your hungry teeth on them, entrance to
a night of outbursts
your playful fingers on those, exit from
a day of no-poetic license.

For today, I run naked to the sea
and I am clogging
all holes that may lead you
back to me

undressing
me once more
and swindling my
soul.

Not again, not another
I-cry-myself-to-sleep tonight but tomorrow…
is another piece
of poetry.

Check the poet’s profile here…