SPIKE
transpierce
run through things
skewering many hearts
sharp spindles draw hot blood
fountains splatter it on streets
“penetrate with pointed object”
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Poetry
Altered
Strange, how I never saw you
For who you were
And you never saw me
For who I was.
But still.
Your elegant handwriting
Is imprinted in my mind.
Like leaves between the pages
Of a book that was left behind.
But still.
The sounds the keypad made
When I dialled your number
Ring as fresh and familiar
As the rhythm of my heart.
But still.
Your jibes, your taunts,
Your needs, your wants
Get drowned in the memory
Of your tinkling laughter.
Really.
Strange, how time can make
Hell seem beautiful
As if it were viewed through
Rose-tinted glasses.
Discover Challenge: One, Two, Three!
via Discover Challenge: One, Two, Three!
One: Love is ablaze,
Emblazoning my heart with
Your name in passion.
Two: Whirlwind of thoughts
What am I doing? Is this
Truly meant to be?
Three: Cracks spread on my
Frozen heart, breaking it fur-
ther, beyond repair.
Daily Prompt: Pungent
In response to Daily Prompt: Pungent
Sharp words reeking of
Hate punctuate my heart:
Tears flow down my face.
Landing
That’s pretty deep.
Because it’s not the fall that kills you, Sherlock. Of all people, you should know that, it’s not the fall, it’s never the fall. It’s the landing!
– Jim Moriarty from Sherlock
Life.
Cruising.
Bones.
Tingling.
Blood.
Racing.
She thought it was flight,
So she flew with delight.
But she soon lost sight
And fell into the night.
Slowly, the rancid smell
Crept up her nose.
Slowly, the claustrophobia,
Swallowed her soul.
With fear in her eyes
And pain in her voice,
She was too late to realise
That she had landed in her pit of lies.
Life.
Crushed.
Bones.
Broken.
Blood.
Flowing.
Heartfelt
Padding my heart with excuses
From the prick of my conscience
Been avoiding this for long
This was equally my fault
As much as it was yours.
Either I have gathered my guts
Or I’m drunk with stupidity
I hate to admit it, but
YES, I was responsible too
For burning down our
Non-existent bridges.
YES, I was the catalyst
Who sped our inevitable fall
Your mistake does not seem
As unforgivable as before
When I compare it with mine.
All those nostalgic days
Tinted with laughter…sigh…
I know we can’t remake our past
But now that it’s all said and done
Will you find it in your heart
To forgive my folly?
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