Poems for Her : Episode X

say i'm doing it wrong getting my loving on the run

let me just unbend the strings before i sprint

the gods kinda forgot about us, about us

so long i hardly heard from them now

i didn't shift the blame and forget the pen

this time

i did sound your soul and found a home

the Trilarian left a message on my door

when the day breaks, i'll get to uncoding

your astral beauty beams all over the place

at eleven past eleven i mouth your name

Hi, i am  sin

no beacon lights up forever, it flickers on and off

like my poetry

i come at you in breathless fractions

i need you close but not too close

heart's in the cradle and all

he eats, beats and repeats

i try spinning it, that's a good trick

this love has too many parts

in wider scheme of things

the end of a poem is like an orgasm

you wait to cool off and start over

Poems for Her : Episode IX

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the forty-eight colours of the moon beam at me

i need a shower, a crystal guise and a ticket to Mars

i have dibs on fear, something we kind of share

learn to stay

an urge hits me from behind, damn near knocks me on the ground

i sit back and reminisce, we have no other lifetime but this

what do we really need to make it the one

hearts know

see the light from an open window, feel the weakling god

all the signs, all the roads you might have taken alone

if you could look back, there are silhouettes from the other end

midnight happens

this story has it all; flat calms, asteroids and mistrals

you can dance off a night of frustration and no one will hear

cue the silence, now i'm really aware of the music

vision yellows

it's like the wind is kissing my bare heart and it is glorious

a different kind of eye-clearing thought meets me head-on

how much longer is the blackout till i find you in the moment again

heaven's decided

i wouldn't love any other girl

i wouldn't love

i wouldn't love any

Poems for Her : Episode VIII

black is the gift that keeps giving

with love far and beyond the hills of Tuscany

there's no coming down

i am saved by my far-reaching heart, then her, then nothing

long ripples of her beauty are mirrored in my dream

the prayers are in a bottle. you know, a bottle

everyone knows a bottle!

they are on the empty side of the river, trying to stay alive

well, they can take all the space, the bottom is mine

(i'll keep praying, anyway)

the stab of emotions does not apprise

between the lovers and the strangers (it aches and it aches and it aches)

give me another glance, last night's was a touch too brief

i write and i delete and i read and take my heart to bed

through these lines

i will show you my ways and the run-down cottage they lead to

no number of hitched rides will get me home in one piece

(lo! love cures everything)

I'm always moving downstream aboard grey poetry

there's an ocean between us yet you are so close, so close

i reach out in whispers

call again sometime, i'll write back

love got me here and love will get me out

Poems for Her : Episode VII

we're commonplace here

this is what the movies do

we're four again, alone

in space, you can't hear me falling

there's a long line to May

i'll hold you in my heart

then in the words i'll keep coming back to

then in the comfy hands of the future

there's a long way to eleven

i keep a log of the faux pas

and the anagrams of your name

the rain's dried,

you can come outside with me

this is where you take me higher

my friend, he said something about doing it overtime

just like music, my taste will need time to wear

living in a mirror, it's like 1023, hello

we need new names

my profile exists in an animated mode

we wallow in sad melodies

then the march

then somebody mentions your name

i just hope i have a soulmate tonight

Poems for Her : Episode VI

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my cat's dream is premiering tonight

sparks of his fire trickle down to me

all i do is save, save, and save

seats, screams and screenshots

i will no longer watch from the shadows

you know it is real, you know it is the thrill

i was at the gallery today and i missed you

i saw sunflowers growing lush and i missed you

i woke up breathing and i missed you

glee is my name, you said and grinned

i am racing towards the final hour

at eleven two times i was to make a wish

the line keeps breaking

you can be the goddess and the prayer

i want to try again.

add a sticky note to the wall of everything i ever said

if i wasn't so drunk, i'd help sift through the pile

the black halo behind my heart is a work of art

we'll heal and drive home at dawn to sleep it off

a step backwards and i can hear it clearly

the radio silence

the second wave announcing my second death,

while i breathe and miss you