Pounds of Flesh
My mind wonders often
it delves into
the abyss of eternity
questioning and wandering
about its own mortality
for it's trying to discern
what’s waiting
on the other end
of the long tunnel
so it can free itself
from the genie of smokes
and the euphoric pandora
box chained within
relentlessly fighting
to expose the older man
who is hiding
under the mask
and white lies,
who truly yearns
to free the lost younger-boy
who’s trapped beneath
the pounds of flesh
that’s beating nonstop
yet non-responsive
to his demands
like an ear foreign to
a deafening sound
MidnightInk 8-17-2022
Losing Control
Love is losing control, and falling on the flat surface you’re standing on. When you fall in love, you become chemically imbalanced to stand steady, unable to alter the simplest words you’d used your entire life, saying, “Hello,” to the one you loved, without shaking to the cores of your existence.
Love is madness in your state of mind where you question your sanity. It causes you confusion, this inner crisis of your solo dependence on another soul, and their reaction or behavior towards you. You feel powerless because you gave control to someone else over your life, having no clue as to how to subdue the raging feelings inside of your head and beating heart.
Love is peace and invigorating like the blossoms of fall trees. Love warms and softens your heart to overbearingly care for another person more than yourself.
Love makes you think you can fly when you’re falling down from the sky wingless. Therefore, your life forever changes for better or worse whenever you fall in love, for you cannot even explain how the tiniest things make you feel absurdly insane.
Flu Fever
Society has a flu fever love for entertainment; once the season is over, they are afraid to catch the same disease ever again. When someone is black-listed on a Cancel Culture page, he/she is doomed to fall off their mighty grace quickly, especially if that particular someone is a comedian in the 21 century.
A Keystroke
I hesitated to show her my feelings first. I waited until she could say something. A few minutes and then weeks passed in silence. When my longing took over me, there was nothing I could’ve done to wait. I had to take charge and start the conversation.
“Hello,” I said, frightened that she wouldn’t entertain my silly request and the euphoric pleasure of her company showing on my shining blue screen. Yet, it felt like she couldn’t wait to break the ice between us either. So she replied with emojis that forever changed my life.
“I like your intellect,” she said bluntly, her hidden face glistening with excitement on the screen.
“I was thinking the same thing about you,” I said, my blushing heart beating abnormally.
A day turned into weeks, weeks into years. In the end, yet, we became strangers who couldn’t have any courtship because our true colors sparkled on the big blue screen.
Paper Cut
Contemplating
over precious times squandered
as pounds of regrets & doubts
weigh on your shoulders,
reflection becomes
a clearer reality-check
a sudden awakening
which soothes
your burning emotions.
When you’d thought
your plans were seamless,
crystal clear
like the spotless blue sky,
You find out you failed
to realize your flaws
and you’re the reason
for your dreams to die.
Soon, rejection of acceptance
and one’s forever absence
feels like a paper cut
deep in the veins.
Yet you ponder upon the realization
that wounds do heal in time,
although it feels very slow.
Thus, you’d embrace
failure & pain with endurance
as you sigh heavily and breathe and let go.
Your heart might be pierced & torn apart
smothered with emotions of carnage or defeat.
The wreckage and ruins will remain within
as you fight heads up, standing on your feet.
Never succumb to the anguish
or the demons swirling in the darkness
Fancy the distant wonders and desires
unafraid of the bruises of fury happiness.
MidnightInk 9-12-2021