Dabbling in Poetry

Unearthed from the pages of my diary.

sensei

she dresses in white, mimicking her life
every time she squints her eyes
my heart skips, broken
did she ever love someone?
when she sleeps next to her shoes
does she wish that the world sleeps with her?
wipe that mist off your glasses
hike up your skirt some more
and see life's beautiful madness
before it says goodbye to you.




do you wish you'll fall asleep instead of hunting for mysteries?
my intuit tells me you should be sitting next to me
probably... maybe...
the irritating noises of people tell me i have fallen from that cliff
but i couldn't quite begin to fathom how...
i bite my lip for inspiration, yet all i see is the ocean of void
each wave carries me away from you, closer to oblivion
and all i can do is squint my eyes, avoiding the glare of the sun



I long for the taste of your tongue desperately
On my bossom, suckling all my secret thoughts
Tasting the anguish of my soul
Your fierce hands wooing me to submission
Slowly stripping away clothing to bare the unfeigned
I moan your name yielding to love, temptingly perhaps
I yearn to explore you with all my essence
With dulcet kisses, I should have told you
I yen and touch myself
You dwell within me, I just close my eyes
And I can taste you and salt in my eyes



Sneaker Ben

late night alone in a crowded bus
i tripped on my cheap sneakers of 9 bucks
the music haunts me with the smell of saline
images of jersey shirts and hair dyed tangerine
i thought of you and your filthy tricks
how the shoes brushes the floor and squeaks
lump on my breast, the gnawing pain
i wanna see you hanging in my shoestring, maimed
why do you have to sneak and leave me with
the sound of sad shuffling feet


with a heart filled with sand, i sit here married to myself
the ocean's water has dried up, protesting my presence
people walking all over me and my solitude lets out a scream of silence
the world is deaf, happy being mundane
i'm exhausted, sleeping my life away