Exchanging Pleasantries.

Plastic skin, made to adjust to your whims

Of what fits well, and keeps you interested

In seeing my face, right up close

Where I can peer into yours,

And find a void to suck on to.

Water that hole monthly,

And keep you alive inside.

Free you to lash onto my spirit,

And flounder around my edges,

Because I’d be shut away from you,

Turn away from you,

Hide my face, not to let you know,

How indifferent I feel, about your feelings.

 

*This poem is part of the compilation 'Filth'.*

The stalemate.

A pile of bones lie sprawled across the bed,

Uncertain of their next move, you watch them closely.

You’ve been to the movies; you’ve seen what they can do.

If only they could lie still.

From dawn to darkness, they lie there donned in fidgety skin,

Gazing at you jabber about the weather while you sip your tea.

You eye them stringently and hold them tight, lest they stir;

Their sudden lurch is upsetting.

They have their place set aside, in a penned up stalemate.

Yet, they stroll towards you, oblivious to your jitters,

Unaware of your sinful desire to look away,

To swab down what’s tainted and wipe that grin completely.

*This poem is a part of the compilation ‘Filth’*

                                                     
                                                                                                                                             

Narcissus.

I took a tiny bit of space, and hid your gesture there.

Then said it was hidden, and I came prepared.

I was swept over, and landed, unknowingly.

Objects grew out of proportion, out of sight and sound.

Fun meant peace, until it lasted.

Absorbed in delicate levity.

They came back to rejoice, Reality persisted.

I shrugged, growing out of conformity.

I looked through the gaps, and saw uniform deprivation.

As she headed like a dot, before the horizon.

And she was back, before she left.

Presenting amiability.

With bait in my hand, I held myself tight.

Watching its existence negate and reform.

It was time for me to revolt, I stood up in defiance.

Prepared to quell the clamor, rather run unconsumed.

Nothing took action, the vigor subsided.

I shuffled back and forth, so did the gamble around me.

The bustle grew within, I kneeled in preparation.

To see it all, reflecting.

*This poem is a part of the compilation ‘Filth’*

Bug.

Lased with ribbons, I feel what’s needed.
Staring through windows, I’ve planted a new seed.
Little bits and pieces, foraged, possessed.
Textures felt in essence, this I could be.

I am what I have.
I am what I own.
I am what I need.
I still need to be.

It’s brawl time.
Show me what you’ve got.
It’s an endless confrontation.
Our mere existence is at war.

Clusters of us have piled up.
I’m exhausted.
The guise is lost, you got me.
I stand there by myself, disheartened.

I’m a giant that fills up this dearth.
I’m a reflection, a shadow that follows.
You cannot deny me, I consume you.
Yet you folks say otherwise.

I run a puppet show, I barter all the fun.
I fill empty spaces in your time, you find me worthwhile.
This experience is more human, good enough to please.
I can’t have an opinion, just don’t pull those strings.

You find me, incomplete.
I flounder, try and make something out of me.
What I find, I will lose again.
You’re stuck somewhere there, yet you comfort.
We fumble together, as one.
You know we’re broken, just not how free we are.

*This poem is a part of the compilation 'Filth'*

Ugly babies.

With clean hands we make dirty faces,
Projected radiance, it’s all for you to devour.
You consider, maybe not.
I’m dubious and disturbed.

I want to crush all that primal you’re being.
Oh, but I’d love to see you in the picture.
It’s a beautiful monstrosity.
Oh, please. Don’t be.

If I knew, you would never be the same.
If I knew it all, I would never grow again.

Incandescent light on soft cushions to spare,
Spicy meat on the dinner table.
The smart ones made it big, now they rejoice.
Too bad they didn’t do it right.

I've worn extravagantly,
They tell me beauty can’t deny.
We all glow; we’re a chirpy folk,
It’s a shiny bubble, but I’d like to break loose.

If I knew it then, you might never understand.
If I knew it all, you would see me everywhere.

I need a bigger uniform, need to cover up who I am.
You need me to be, I’m your beauty.
You are at peace, for me.
It’s pretty lambent, but at least you tried.
Slowly you will permeate, and bask in your love for life.

They are about to eat me raw, your kind.
One day, I’ll solder myself and soothe a few of your prime.
You won’t get tired of dolls, but you’ll start playing in the dark,
What if our little games took a step outside the line?

Will you stop dancing and pull me over to stare,
At a face that draws you closer to the boy who was there,
That was Halloween; you gave him some candy and a smile,
Now you’re his beauty, he really had to try.

Vengeance was naturally planted,
She soaks it in, she loves it.
No more minds of opinion, they were together.
How true, they could love it forever.

Now you know, now you know.
Utopian this was, now it’s You.
If you knew it then, you would never be.
If you knew it all, you would never see.

*This poem is a part of the compilation 'Filth'*

Filth.

Let us dig our palms into this dirt,
Let us observe and be,
The filth that we all shrug of our shoulders,
In a mirror full of pleasantries.

It is time for us to dance in this mud,
Time for us to rejoice,
Let the filth molds us into who we were,
Find fragments of our broken voice.

Breaker.

Facing the effeminate, I stand, descrying the taunting nature of the blue,
Yearning to pour myself into the very wave, and reveal the purest my stride can get to.
Floating in its own, in unadorned grandeur, it presented a spiral,
A reflection of a friend, a lesson you’ll learn forever.

A symbol for solution.
A spirit that you can fall back upon.

A vision of everything in entirety.
Maybe you’ll see and laugh, protective you are.

Now the waters seem deep, soon it won’t suffice.
Because the depths of the ocean always lie beyond the tides.