First, there was a leaf
And it sailed on a stream
Sailed far away, as a paper boat
Floating in my dreams
As strangers by the sidewalk
Drifting away, and astray
There is no way
You and I, hear each other
With these silent poems, unsent letters
Flowers with no scent
Turns to be fire
And there goes her bloom into the boom
And the bus is burning
With her feet spread on the seat
In the front, as flames expire on her skin
With smears of oil and coal
And a noose tighten on her throat
With beads of sweat on her forehead
Tiny beads of dew and death of infinite stars
Another picture
Of the knife against the throat
And a head banging against the tile
Was this a crime scene or a cry for help?
It’s like life contained in Polaroids
The more I try to rein this tongue
I end up spilling more of its secrets
And the troubles of being nice
Straining this beauty, bondage
How am I going to toughen up this nice piece of sh* muscle I call my heart?
Is there a way for a transplant?
This is the rebel
Of the painting against the painter
Too many lighters for one cigarette
Too many hearts for one mini-man
Take it with a kiss on the rim of a cup
And a grain of dirt upon a glass coffin.
Wow, what an introduction to StarsRite. Nice spill Me;)) Welcome.
Thank Fia Naturie! I appreciate it. “) <3
Well f*** me. Damn! Yeah I’m with Fia on that one, what an introduction.. Being able to poetically inline subliminals while narrating a nightmare is quite impressive.
“The more I try to rein this tongue
I end up spilling more of its secrets”
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Who said anything about nightmares? Hehe
I wasn’t scared but I was confused and curious. And I used that confusion and curiousity and my own self-thoughts and struggles to make this poem. And I share it with you guy. Lol
Writing helps to think your things out, right?
Thank you, Malaya! Highly appreciated. “)
Ooooh, I love how you end this. What a lovely couplet! Such powerful and disturbing imagery. I like the way you think. Can I ride your bus?
“Take it with a kiss on the rim of a cup
And a grain of dirt upon a glass coffin.”
The inspiration of these couple of verses was a picture that saw somewhere of a glass with lipstick print. And I got this call it epiphany or anything: life is temporarily and as beautiful/sexy as this picture. And the second image from a clip video. Snow white was in a glass coffin. And I thought of it as a momento mori image. You can see the grains of sand add up one by one till you are completely buried.
And this is the end of today’s bus tour. See you next time. Hehehe
Thank you for the love and comment! I appreciate it! And you are most welcome on the bus “)
Very captivating dream you had. Seems it starts very calming with the paper boat as it transitions to a dark streak that compels in depth. If you dreamt this, then maybe look it up to see what it means. Mine are pretty vivid too and I just look up and it surprises what it’ll be. I loved this spill and very creative. Keep on writing to impress the beautiful minds M.E. ❤
Actually there is two dreams (can’t call them nightmares.) The one in the bus and the second of the knife. I haven’t look up their meaning yet. I don’t know why. Thanks for reminding me. And thank you for reading and your sweet comment. “)
Oh ok, yea o had strange double in one dreams like that. It’s confusing but neat too. Lots to write about lol.
Aww you welcome, I hope u can know the meaning of it M. E.
Confusing dreams are the best material for poems. Hahaha.
Thanks again, Navina! “)