On Fire

I’m in love with the mechanisms of your mind

And the way your face glistens when you smile

It makes your eyes light up with a fire

When you talk about your memories and your desires

So let it burn

Let it burn until the world hears your soul scream and yearn

Let it burn bright till they understand that it’s our turn

All those against us will be taken hostages

And for he who has sense, let him sing songs of praises

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Poetrenaissance

‪That she may be free,‬

‪and healed of her unrest,‬

‪she carved the most pertinent words,‬

‪spake her soul’s torment into them‬

‪and imbibed them with her spirit.‬

‪Thus, she created a poem‬

‪In her own image‬

‪And in her likeness‬

‪And prayed it would bring her peace.‬

A Still Presence

Have you muted me yet

Or do you still hear my laughter in the foreground of your memories

Is the melody of it still the anthem of your life and the soundtrack to your dreams

Do you still hear my soft breathing in the still of the night

When we were alone and I was asleep and my hand was still on the small of your back

Have you silenced my voice yet

Or do you still hear me telling you incessantly how good you make me feel

Is my heart still your safe-box for all the things you’ll never tell anyone else

Do you still tell me how much you want me like I never left even when I’m not there

Have you erased the magic of my touch yet

Or do you still take my warmth with you when you unlock your other worlds

Are your eyes still a kaleidoscopic maze to me

Because I still can’t seem to find my way out of the universe they create