Jet Setter

The joys of flying!
Such extraordinary feat!
A massive load of metal,
As heavy as concrete.
Swerving up in the sky,
As light as paper airplanes
Breaking clouds up high,
Flying over terrains.

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The moment of tension!
It grasps everyone’s attention.
The aircraft takes off!
Not a breath or word is mentioned.

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The airplane leans upwards,
Children shriek with fear and delight.
Other passengers hold on to their seats
Real tight.
I bet they are all fearing for their lives!

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I, on the other hand, hold up a smirk.
Eyes wide open, ears perked up.
I remember, I used to pray to come out alive.
So I can see my family and friends, one more time.
Now, the aircraft flies high…

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….and I don’t care.
I leave nothing,
No legacy, no heir.
I smile, for I am unfettered.
I have nothing to lose
My boat sails, unanchored.

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No loved ones to get hurt,
No mark to be left in this world.
I vanish in thin air,
Like the aircraft that carries us all,
To a sunnier hub.
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Crowded Isolation

I am girl who nobody knows.
I wear a mask, when I am out there,
Always in a constant state of doze.
Dying inside, while gasping for air.
Smiling to all, holding up my nose.
Pretending I got it all under control.
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Nobody sees, pain seeps
Through my bulging veins.
Feel like a creature that has no reins.
Somebody help!
They tried….they can’t entertain.
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She wants to connect, but does not know,
How to stay interested in their prose.
“Let’s speak about our existential bursts!”
They look at me like I have just cursed,
Resuming talks about others and their clothes.
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Mind starts wondering, spirit drifts.
Only flesh stays, causing self to rift.
Pretending to listen,
I cannot bear, anyhow…
Alone I stand, enveloped in the crowd.
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The ground shakes and vanishes beneath my feet.
A lunatic yearning fills my chest with defeat.
‘Tis overwhelming, the mask starts tearing!
Exploding inside, beyond repairing.
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Poor weird girl!
She locks herself in the toilet,
Typing words on Evernote,
Hoping life one day will make sense
And seclusion won’t feel as intense
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Assail

It is hunting season.
Cover your ear
If you don’t want to hear
The loud bang around the city.
Oh, do you think I am out to catch deer?
Not really.
I am after the dirtiest beats and
awkwardest queers.

I’ll chain them with my legs…
They will enjoy it
And then I will crack their necks,
I’ll make them extinct
That is my venomous instinct:
Ephemeral flings.

The seams in the skin conceal
An inner burning flame
Only the eyes can reveal.
The predator moves with lustful temptation.
There is nothing more pungent
Than the power of intention.

A scent rests on the nose:
The target is found.
I set my eyes on the prize now.
I shoot and get up close,
I bite him from behind.
He never saw what hit him
There was no time to realise.

Dream State

(©AiKei2017)


Enter the rabbit hole

Get me into the mood

Put on Joy Division

Listen to it in loop

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Anxiety bubbles in

Like ants crawling inside

Fingers are chewed up

Sit or stand? Can’t decide

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Staring at the blank wall

I put on my VR goggles

Escape from reality’s decay

World is out, as I boggle

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Derealisation sinks in,

Frightening haze blows in my face

My life is like a movie

That I watch, but never play

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No steps of salvation to pursue

No gods left to hollow to

I am groundless, shelter-free

I have nothing to hold onto

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Ever since you came and left

I live in a constant dream state

In there, you are mine all the time

Don’t want this trance to terminate.

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Self partitioned, life goes on.

Heart and mind live in another dimension

While Body showcases an empty citizen’s pretension

Life is a dream, when reality stinks!


*Thank you AiKei for letting me use your drawing to compose my poetry not only through words but by images.

Check this artist out on: http://aminoapps.com/page/drawingamino/4982581/aikei-36

Jekyll and Hyde’s Abode

I am not one, but many beings.
I morph, adapt and fit to the scene.
Jekyll and Hyde are cramped inside
And they come out
Depending on who you inv(c) ite.

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Jekyll and Hyde can’t help but fight.
A constant pull and a push of forces
Quite like reining Plato’s horses,
Drives the vessel to lose sight
Of what is wrong and what is right.

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One half impatiently waits to see
What lies ahead of me
(This is the part that writes this).
Another side cannot believe
Beyond this tortuous road
There is nothing more than grief.

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Today, I don’t want Hyde to be
I’ll drink that potion to cover it
I will shade my shadow from daylight
while concealing this plight:
In my dark well of sorrow
is where Hyde hides.

Midnight Autumn

Rhyme like you walk… aimlessly.

I walk alone, no one sees

Just my shadow beside me

Autumn leaves,

Fall under my feet

You’re not here, you have ghosted me.

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Walking alone, not a soul to greet

Loneliness is, so damn steep

Acceptance is a pill that doesn’t digest

Stays stuck in the chest

It makes you explode, it turns you into a mess

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Knock, knock, knock,

someone

is there

A clatter of shoes,

Stepping with dare

Is it a stranger? A lover at last?

No, it’s just me, delusional outcast

Gypsy Curse

Shush bitter baby don’t you cry

One day we are all going to die

Turn into flesh and bone and ash

Food for worms, we turn (in) to mash.

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Look in the mirror, what do you see?

You littleblood, come sing with me!

Rotten, putrid, callous, fake

The skeletons in my closet don’t eat cake.

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I sit under the oracle tree

Asking the gypsies for a plea:

Bring my Munnin back to me!

I caw, I flap, I warble, I shed

Despair is what is summoned instead.

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Movement is absent, time elapses

Paralysis is lifestyle (while) the world collapses

The wind blows away memories and dreams.

Pain is what stays to accompany me

Turning my heart into ice cold

Useless piece of meat, filled with mold.