Sapphirism

  moody eyes, sullen lips your hands are shaking with what if's if we're cut from the same cloth, honey why does your glimmer outshine me? tormented genius, bitter words your heart yearns for some spark unheard (of) if you really need me for duality, why does your name define me? don't romanticise the dark playing with your stark white skin, etching red scars like the pied piper of Hamelin flagrantly leading me into sin you turn the deepest pain into tragic poetry and i wonder if there's space left for me in this body … you roll in the muck, fuck, self-destruct always leaving me behind to lick your nips and cuts when the shadows arise, all my collected sunlight falls behind, falls away you may roll in the muck, fuck, self-destruct don't drag me through the tunnels of your darkest hurt let me stay in the sunlight and tell your shadows to fall behind, fall away raised brows, lips upturned in your two brown coals, cynicism burns why should s

hello! this is the closest thing i've written to a horror story. it has a very graphic description of fear and panic. please don't read it if you find the themes triggering. i'm a fish out of water here, my mouth opening and closing, no sound coming out. panic floods into every fibre of my being: being blindfolded and cuffed, and pushed into a party of drunken strangers. the electronic music might as well be a banshee screaming, i can't hear anything above the roaring in my ears. gut-wrenching fear pounds my chest; i'm afraid i might fall over the floor from sheer disorientation and overwhelmed-ness. as i bump into every stranger who's in my way and get elbowed by others, i feel my fear, a coiled mass in the pit of my stomach. dully, i wonder whether this is how chromatin material is coiled in a cell before the cell divides. my mind replays all the pictures i have seen of slaves, being fettered and forced to their knees. i imagine drunken feet crunching the bone

In my heart, I can hear a ferocious marching drum. The beats herald a new dawn, a beginning to come. It’s emblazoned on the ardent sky, bleeding with fervour This song sings my tune, new melody, it makes me braver I whisper with the vehemence of thousand thunders tearing out the sky But when uttered, they’re torn asunder—pathetic--there they lie Why does my voice falter when I stand at the deck, gazing at the sea Of faces that insinuate there’s everywhere else they’d rather be? What a weird Achilles heel—how odd to have a will of steel And a feeble voice that’ll feel weak in front of them and kneel? How can I open my mouth—oh I’d rather cut my tongue out! Dark seedlings of doubt replace my passion with their shouts And I can’t do anything about it. Those shadows snatch my voice; Keep toying with me until there’s nothing left for me to rejoice About. Their bullets of laughter tear holes through my dreams. My flags are all tattered; my song has turned to screams. What a nightmare, what a

Wind whistles softly Sunlight caresses my skin Leaves rustle in shade the first haiku that i did not throw away. tell me how it is. Photo by  WARREN BLAKE  from  Pexels