The writings on the wall have thus faded,

Memories remain colluded.

In a state of confusion and maddening silence,

I rest undisturbed and in peace.

In quiet silences I feel you creeping,

Seeking and seething in my mind.

Waiting to open, break free;

Let time set me free, let me be.

In all these years I have stayed quite;

In unmindful musings I’ve waged wars.

Unrecognised and uncalled for I rest;

What crude abuse? What amusement I thus seek?

Yesterday I was but a memory,

Untouched and unadorned.

Waiting to scream, wanting to speak;

Let time set me free, let me be.

For now here I am,

Untouched flames I’d bleed.

Forgive me for the respite I seek,

Revival of the unspoken, Mother Time set me free.



I remember the expansive seas,

The joy of letting go, taking flight.

Unburdened by past mistakes,

Forgiven for the sins, seldom undone.


Forevermore I’d soar, spread across the vast horizons;

Watch the world beneath me, take siestas in the shadows.

The trees look greener from here,

The azure bounties of staying unchained.


For once, I’d sought nothing more,

My mind unfettered, my thoughts left untouched.

An arrow thus struck, a blow so deft;

I came shooting down, bloodied and inept.


What made me thus, I ponder quite often;

To have fallen benign and so thoughtlessly morose.

Happiness became a rarity, silent is my soul.


I find myself walking into vacant tracks,

Looking for the flash of light approaching from the tunnel.

Forgive me if I sound so sullen,

I’ve forgotten what it meant to be whole.


Rivers of crimson flow down my wrists,

The painful ecstasy of that penultimate breath.

I look no more to those monotonous expectations,

I look no more for a resurrection, or a forethought henceforth.


As my eyes opened I found myself floating amidst these winds,

I repose, only to realise I am now whole.

My mortal self lays cold upon the heath,

Untouched by these mortal agonies.


I made my way to the light,

Above the clouds lay my abode.

The thrills of mortality that once stifled my soul;

Insignificant now, the fanciful necessities of humanity.


I feel no pain thus, the quiet has never been so soothing;

I feel not the tremors of expectations,

I am numb, blissfully thus.


Leave me be, forgive me Father for my sins;

I only wished to soar, one last time I suppose.

To watch the sun hide behind the seas,

To watch the night-stars checkered across the mead.


Quiet down now hungry heart!

It won’t hurt anymore.

Motionless, cold and damp, is my mortal being;

The harrowing silences seem calming and less worrisome than before.


The darkness before the light, life left me;


I made my way home;

Home to peaceful oblivion.



Most dreams are but crumpled now,

Happiness, a shadow that you left far behind.

All love is but a maniacal illusion;

Hate is all that remains, spiteful and vengeful.


The world of sorrow and of broken dreams,

Of travellers of some tattered miracle.

Hope is nothing but Satan in disguise,

Taking away the glimmer of loving and the supposed joy of life.


What use is a life so sorrowful?

I wonder more than often in times like these.

Most moments caught in sadness,

Most ambitions, a miserable excuse.


What must I give to feel again?

I wonder more often in times like these.

To want to experience happiness at its purest,

To laugh with no foreboding doom.


Forgive me for what I am now!

A miserable being, fraught with despair.

The fallacy of being alive; the pitiful joy that they doth cherish,

Seem to have swept past me, somewhere in my short-lived youth.


Maybe I grew up too soon,

Maybe I learnt those lessons too early.

Of what must become of a man when all hope is lost,

That is where I am now.


A pathetic excuse for being alive,

A canoe lost at sea, hoping this would be the end of all.


There are times I wallow in fear,

In fear of loss, a fear of love forlorn.

I’m afraid of most things intimate;

Afraid of letting in, for having struggled to let go before.


But lately I find myself falling,

Falling so carelessly asleep in your arms.

Seldom have I been so quietly content,

Seldom have no wars been waged in my heart.


There is a calmness I feel around you,

Words fall flat, my eyes stuck gazing at you.


I see the pain in your eyes, for having been broken;

But when you kiss, lips so tender doth meet.

I find you flutter away into a frenzied mindlessness.

A carelessness you take me to, a quiet refuge.


In these lustful silences, as sweat drip down your naked back;

A sense of peace I find staying in your arms.

I have never found love in these lustful escapades,

A home I sought in vacant hearts that haunt these corridors.


I found you.

I found you at a time so turbulent.

Trouble seems less fought over;

My heart is calm, my heart thus content.

In these short lived moments of pleasurable silences in your arms.


The night is quiet today,

Save the rain that pours relentless.

There are no storms brewing,

The night is but spent in quiet contemplation.


I can see the mountains from here,

My windows, a vision I never sought.

A vision of serenity, one of ecstasy,

The sights I see are magnificent,

So humbling is my being.


There are no shadows creeping,

The denizens rest with no qualms.

I do not await the morning tonight,

I suppose more so today than before.


The calm lies and spreads across,

The fields of daisies gleefully dance in the breeze.

The gurgling waters I hear,

The sounds of the harmonising rainforest abound.


Slipping into sleep had never been easy,

I look for no lover, neither cure nor peace.

I find them all here in this,

In this moment of tranquility.


Peace I find in the patters of rain upon the roof,

A Cure to my troubled mind I find in the harmony of the night.

A Lover I find in the air that abound, Artemis my beloved.


My bags I see thus, packed and stowed away;

Reminding me of a life of routine that I must return.

I stand fast momentarily, the idea of returning seemed pointless,

To a life so monotonous, so pathetically broken.


Standing there by the bonfire,

I unpack and watch, as my clothes light on fire.

Slowly shedding the weight of a former life,

The places, the stories, the past slowly burning away.

I feel peaceful.


As I lay beside that pyre,

I watch as my memories turn to ash.

There is a reticent glow, set upon my face;

For having left all of you, all of them burning together.

Far, far behind.


There is peace in forgetting,

A dubious pleasure in this forceful amnesia.

I watch the smoke, the engulfed flame;

I am now cleansed, I am free.

I am fearless. Reborn.



I was sitting by the sea one evening,

Watching the sea kiss the shore.

The waves were singing to the rocks,

The sands were dancing to the lilt of the breeze.


I could  see the sky turn red,

As the sun waved goodbye at the horizon.

The owls awakened from their slumber,

Slowly realising of their nightly chores.


I have been here for long now,

Unmindful of an ever passing Time.

Yet so enamoured I am of this vast sea,

That no care in the world affects me.


Just as I began to make my way,

To the dreary world I reside.

I saw a canoe float by,

In quiet and solitary harmony.


There was a dame at its helm,

Sailing towards the horizon.

Sitting at the foot of the drifter,

She steered her way towards infinity.


She passed me by this lonesome sailor,

Looking for a new port, a new life.

We looked at each other in silent anticipation,

I tipped my hat. Godspeed; Goodbye!


I wished to know more about her,

This beauty that rode upon Poseidon’s realm.

I wondered wherefore will she go,

I wondered of the world that lie beyond.


Fantastical musings, lost in thought;

I thought of the poise and grace she bespoke.

A sailor of no name, no charter nor claim;

She set forth on a journey, this dainty dame


Her arms were slender but strong,

Her eyes spewed unflinching resolve.

Her gait had grace, she steadied the pace,

She’d left, home, her life and set forth to start anew.


I wondered what must have drove her,

To leave behind all that she’d held close.

Maybe an unforgiving mother, an ungrateful husband;

An unreasonable father or a world full of burden.


Such was her resolve,

The lonesome sailor who took to the sea.

Where men shuddered and reconsidered,

She set forth, her eyes looking to the Neptunian reverie.


As the boat slipped through the mellow waves,

I sat in awe of her magical grace.

Her beauty lay in the strength of her resolve,

No man her master, no world her prison.


She broke her shackles,

She set forth upon the expanses of the sea.

Seeking asylum among the bounding main,

Absolved, asunder she dreams in aquamarine.


I smile as she floats away,

Never looking back to what she left behind.

I sigh; as I realise we are but prisoners of our pasts,

Where she rebelled, I conformed to the throes of human spite.



I can hear our child crying,

Crying alone in her cradle.

She is on her own, afraid and shaking,

She looks for comfort, she looks for you.


I am helpless dear Marcia,

I know not where I must go.

You should’ve stayed longer, my love;

Maybe then we’d see our baby grow.


I knew you were ailing,

I’ve watched you sink slowly into darkness.

But little did I know, oh so little did I see;

I’d be here in this room all alone.


I remember the first time we met,

At college, across a crowded corridor.

I never knew of a love that’d persevere,

I never met someone as amorous as you.


I remember the two of us in our loft,

Light music playing while we danced along.

I remember your plants on the window sill,

I remember you working under the lamp at night.


I remember the walks we took,

Those long strolls hand in hand on a cold December night.

The coffee shop near the avenue,

Extra marshmallows on a crisp afternoon.


I remember the nights we stayed in bed,

We refused to get up, forgetting our daily chores.

I remember the day when you told me you were pregnant,

The glow in your face, the cheerful magnificent day.


I remember the pain in your eyes,

I remember the day our baby arrived.

Tears of joy, laughter and cheer abound,

Happy I was and forever we’d be.


If only I’d known it’ll be so short-lived,

If only I could’ve stayed longer in those moments.

Stop time and rest in those memories,

Never move forward to this grim and gloomy reality.


Dear Marcia, where are you now?

The plants on the window sill now turned brown.

I do not dance to our songs anymore,

Tears have taken its place, everything ever so morose.



I wish I could say that I miss you,

Those words are but futile to what I feel.

The nights seem darker, the mornings darker still,

No respite from this sadness that I feel.


I amuse myself as our babe prances about,

She has your eyes, I wish you could meet her soon.

My bedside lays vacant, my heart bleeds cold,

I look for you in the shadows that lurk by the shore.


I think of you constantly still,

As I walk in circles in this dark and cold room.

I must bid thee adieu my love,

I must let thee be.

Our babe in the manger wails, I must stop;

I must forbear and let our love become nothing but a fond memory.



Words have fallen into deaf ears,

Screams are left unheard.

My arms are weak and my eyes are tired,

I have been searching far and wide for you.


I can’t remember much of last night,

Save the lights that flickered about and the dancing shadows.

I hear but loud music and cheering crowds,

I know not wherefore I am, I know not what has become of me.


The night is too young for me to head home,

In mindless wandering, I find pleasures thus.

Beneath the star spangled night sky I lie,

Reminiscing of the nights I danced and flitted carelessly by.


I hear no melodies as such,

No harmony could reach within my soul.

I am but mesmerised by the silences that float,

In a clear blue sky I lie, there is no one around.


In crowds I do find, an uneasiness and panic so distraught,

In conversations I find myself, drifting far away.

The woman that lay by my side does not excite me,

Save those momentary pleasures of an ecstatic orgasm.


I see beauty in this loneliness,

Of being recklessly your own.

In quiet musings I find myself talking,

To no soul but my own and the darkness that thus surround.


I hate to be this man, my dear,

So distant and broken from all of life.

I seek to feel the pleasures of this reality,

But seldom have I found them in people and its myriad banalities.


I loathe the sadness that lie within me,

The critical mind that scares me daily.

I look for happiness in life and times,

But words seem futile and endeavours carelessly morose.


I silence myself, I scream no more,

I am but one with the quiet musings.

I know wherefore to go, I have no goals to reach,

I am but a lost wave crashing against an alien shore.


Let me sore my dear, let me flutter and fly away,

Not to some island of my own but to another twisted reality.

Where people love more than they pretend to in this world,

A place where life is whole and not subliminally blue.


I remember a certain sun-soaked night,

Where I was happy.

I knew of a world of joy,

A world of harmony.


That was but a fantasy I suppose,

A sight from above the walls I’d built around me.

I craved for those joys sometimes,

An urge to climb these walls, just to feel the breeze.


To feel the air of companionship,

The bounties of making acquaintances.

But all I found was gloom,

All I could smell was but a stench of vindication and doom.


I am scared of what lies beyond these walls,

The people, their cold eyes, their gazes.

I built these walls for a reason,

The reason, the very people beyond the climb.


I’d like to meet them sometime,

When I am well enough for disappointments again.

Until then I fear the light that I thus see,

For having been pushed too far, I made a home;

Here amidst the sullen darkness.


For they seldom knew or cared to know,

And the ones that did, momentarily walked away.

Too hard to explain, too hard to understand,

Is this pain I am in, I lie here on this cold floor;



I bled my heart and soul in their pages,

I poured myself into their memoirs, filled those empty lines.

When my walls tore down, and I lay bare;

They simply turned those pages around,



My eyes burn, here in this halo of agony,

I wish to be alone now, away from company.

Forgive me for my sadness, apologies for being so morose,

I gave up on society long ago, now I am;

Void. Vacant. Alone.


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