Purple Dreams

A pebble plopped
into the stagnant
ripples of yawns
drawn across your painted face

The flute hums
a moronic melody
of silent slumber
seated on your lip

And those eyelashes reek
the purple dust
of a fairy that curled
upon your brow
left as a token

And aftertaste of
a satiated meal
that binds you in immortal sleep

Tied in polythene curves
rupture
tiny needles
that pierce
satin skin

And she will still
lay enveloped
in that drunken stupor
amidst the bosom
where petals cover her
away from veracity

And as she stretched in
her cocoon that
so wrapped her
it lengthened
and split
and air bubbles gushed
inside
to stifle her
with reality

And she twisted and turned
And engulfed more of their impurity
with every breath
unknowingly
and a little of her soul
maimed,
each time

The sparks of mortality
perished inside her

And froze the timeless moments
And her preserved sanity

And one last whiff
And that final
chord of the music note
welcomed her across Lethe

As the ferryman
carried her
in her tattered cocoon
across to the other side

She lived a dream
and she will perish in one

Conquering the corporeal

She still remained
Incomplete in her self
of the consequences
and of all the reality
she could not live

That she choose not to.

Dedicated To myself.

I might learn to be selfish.I will.Lets hope.

Dirty You

In little steps of a waddling duck
she treads the thorns
on you

a rose bud
plucked
torn apart

she walks in the wilderness
of an unknown path

and you tie her
and your breath stinks
she scuffles
and screams

gag her
and pat her to sleep
the little one
she purrs

stroke her
oh no
she hates you
you lust her

pluck her petals
and she sobs
in bouts of waterfall

the flow of a river
maimed
she hides in shadows
in petty disdain

in full bloomed spring
she lies bereft
touch her
she shrivels
in knots of pain

blood bonds
remain, now
fully messed

as she climbs the waterfall
of death

and a year
after years
still hallucinates
she, tears
her fully clothed stature
under the water that
bestowed upon her the shower

in naked spasms
of blind thought
she blames herself
for your want

and cursed you shall lie
and childless
till she disappears
in your ugliness

Shred her
with kisses of perverted joy
and she stares at you
as she bores into your conscience

and burns you down
she touches you back
and plucks you out
of the inhuman stack

she dusts you off
again
and again

she spills you in the muck
and drinks raindrops
to satiate hate

but open her up
she lay tight
suffocate her in grips
and she drowns

again on the cliff
she finds
coursing through solitude
a jump, withheld
now done

in gasping heights
she rises
and there she touches perdition
and in flames
her feathers lay
broken and disheveled

play, repeat
reap
sin
touch skin

and bubbles engulf you
and strangle
those thoughts
that the dirty pawns of your mind played

Child Abuse, should have a severe punishment.

Dedicated to all those who feel the same.

The Puppet

The string etched marks
on her skin
as they bore deeper into
her flesh
like a shooting star
in all its brilliance
inside of her womb
a gazillion bursting
sparks of flame

He pulled the reins
on her
and gave her the stature she deserved
a bending puppet
brought to life
with a workmanship so fine
she deceived all into
believing she was of their kind

Windswept ruins
with cotton balls covered
shafts of clay that bound her joints
from that blessed deserted area
rubbed magic onto her
and aglow
a reeking lava
overflow from the volcano

She was his muse
and she would him, please
As he bid her
through vibes of occult
and voodoo spun in miraculous cure

He bowed down
as she arose from the purifying
pyre of the destructed

And lay weak
as he blew life of mortals
into her coursing blood
and like a rebel
her choler repelled what was
not in her deserving

As she grew inside of her
what he bestowed
a life
to a puppet
swiveling in misty hues
of dark shades
beneath that pretty skin

but he faded
as he gave away
and his blood curdled
as the purity of it
was now hers

And in fear that he might burn out
she tore him right through the middle
And embedded in him herself

And she sparkled a twinkle
a blaze
like crackling fire
he stood up again

And that was them together now
in a body one
that wrapped the existence of its juxtaposed

Tuneful Void.

Pull the strings
the guitar speaks
in riffs of wincing pain
and in curved glances
poisons your mind
with aftertaste of want

slither fingers over the whites
on my piano
and glide the satin touch of your lips
with a devouring passion
over mine, mouth organ
in sparkling orgasms of black
and tiny leaps of slender
curves of the drum stick
on the cymbals
and make me rhythmically
gasp in
the wires that bind the frets
of doubt in my head
and the virgin skips
a ten fold sheen of a uni colored rainbow
to the movement of a humming bird
making love to its better half
defying gravity of lust
as he makes love
to his vocals cords
and serenades her
in baby talk
as she rains doubts of separation
and they grow into the destiny of Adams future.

Claustrophobic symphony
in the note perfect song
she planted misery
as Pandora blew up
a volcano that destroyed Pompeii.

And then again
the composition
demands him to hurt his fingers
and blood trickles
the brow of his finger
on the finesse of the string
that adorns the feminity
of his instrument of vent

And still he gave all
as loyal as Romeo was
he, to his guitar

But he bled
and winced
in painful delight
as the maiden withdrew
her hand of fate

And so he sang
and sang tonight
till howls of his pain
echoed beneath the distant moon
and the dogs of the night
accompanied his crisp melody
as they made music of their kind

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Ahem, the titles dedicated to shippy xD

:P

\NineInchNails/

Cruising the contours of my bodice
like a fleet in search of roaring oceans

Into the richer plumes
of the peacocks feather
diamond and bleeding blue
break open and flow
the crimson
from its sinew

Hush my baby
Don’t you cry

You can feed on my dead remnants
or broken dreams
that I decorate with my flaming insanity

The pearls of white
sink into the deep cut
smeared by red juices
that your pink lip bled
lead , of course
by a pest of locusts
that my mind hurled at you
in dried tears
that pricked the throat

And a bout of cough
like rapid diseased mice
would bring it all down
similar as to when
Nero played his fiddle
as inflamed his city lay.

As those honey suckled
bees broke away
into your meat
much coveted
a threat before
you became bait

And the sun melted
into frost bitten
tentacles from my crown
of beating hunted hearts
that were shot
speared and minced

But it was my love
that so much
for you bled

Empty bottles
whistle melody
and I gather
my all
to give to you

A quarter conscience
severely beaten
and useless
But it will still be yours
only to you belong.

You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

To you.

<3

The OutBurst Of Black

The pigeon shed
Unwanted wings and flew away
To the horizon
Painted pure white
That glinted the suns rays
Into a oily grease
That satin seemed less smooth

As the sea washed the horizon
The deeper blues and suns crimson hues
Turning an all pitch black
She arose
Dripping water smothering her skin
As she nodded
And drops of water slid the spiraling curls
And drenched her wet shoulders
And adorned the feminity of her being
As it coursed her cleavage and slipped
Into her voluptuousness

The black pitched
With her daze
Of divine insanity
Skinned in plumes of red feathers
She walked on high heels
And tip toed mother earth

And all of the ones
She tread on
Were aroused at the touch of her
And endowed they became
With magic
Not the one we don’t know
And feel
But her magic
She rubbed against em

And now out of mist and dew
Burst purple crystals
And circled the andromeda
As it gathered radiance
Borrowed from turquoise emeralds

And her wings unfolded
As she withdrew from her façade
And there she met black

And embedded in the black
Again, now
Purple shone through the light
Glistening crystals of candy floss
Gleamed pink rays onto her face
And she sang the lovers song
And wiped tears on his hate
Like a sand stone carving faith

Down below
As the flames danced
To the tune of her clinking pearls
She tore the necklace
And rolled there beside her
All of them undone
The clasp
Scarred the sole of her foot
And she sang
This time the continuity of the others end

<3

To Me.

Hide and Seek

Cruising through sentences
punctuating life.
The sun flippantly waves
through the canopy of leaves
like the rapid succession
of turning pages.

Dollops of clouds
scooped in upturned conifers
topped by nests of
humming birds that flitter
through
in a dizzy haze of random alphabets.

Gurgling sounds beneath
those south seas of hate
arose bubbles that danced
alongside her ear
and frittered in circles
meeting the dark engulfing locks
that tantalized men in their sleep.

The cuckoo roared a different tune
and the lion purred
as she walked dry leaves
and step by step
his kisses haunting her.

She jumped into the endless
off the cliff
into inviting deeper emerald seas
As the ruby on her neck matched the blood splattered
before she could touch the ground
for ravens and birds of prey
pecked her as she fell
as she gave away.

Star Gazing

7June
Dedicated to you daddy, on the eve of your mothers 43rd death anniversary.
I think most times if not less, loneliness that was then seems comforting now.



Rearranging stars to outline ,
your sheen
the lil boy grew.

Still young he gazes
year after year
at those twinkling
remnants of you.

Trying to rid the cobwebs
clouding in his head.

Plucking em' memories
long gone,
buried somewhere down,
in suppressed giggles
he hides himself in the
umbra of the silhouettes of
bound shadows;
that are with the
breeze of time.

He tries counting edges
in circles
as he scrapes
faint memories of you,
from his eyes.

The lil boy tries hard,
even now,
being much adverse to lil
to kill the hot tears
in his throat and to
be a man.

But how can he help it?
if, you wander
out of others sight
and wrap him up
in the scent of betel nuts
and the aroma of your washed hair.

Leaving him to break into
tremors of holy sweat
as you sing to him,
divine melody
of your heavenly abode

Much comforted in his lonesomeness
afraid that you'd go away
if he finds someone else.

He clings onto nothingness
craving for brevity.

He would lie in your ash
if the cruel wind didn't
love it more.

So, he still gazes
at the two million year old stars,
looking for a closed chapter
of his life.

Obfuscate.

Indifference.

Shut your eyes.
Open them.

See you too many times?
Blink, and shake head.
Ah.

I'm not different.
I'm not love.
I'm not pain.
I'm a lil bondaged polar bear with a really cute tail.And I will be gone.
Maybe, I have.