Suicide

End the day
With remembrances of things past
For these memories of hurt and longing,
Clinging and stifled screams
Will never be remembered again.
Remember also those quite evenings of loneliness
When the splashed colours of the sky
Emptied itself into an orgasmic end
And then settled into ash brown solitary evenings.
Also remember
The small and irritating
Voice within you
Always unsettled, worried
Ready to fly…but, never able.
End the day...
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A Poem

I wanted to write a poem
On wildness today.

Yet, I find penning the reasons
Why I am bound.
I tied myself up for you
My friend and enemy
I tied myself up for you…
I tied up thinking
You will like me better.
I tied up thinking
The hatred in your eyes would wane.
I tied up thinking,
Oh, I am tired…
Tired of wildness, tired of myself.
Tied of the threat I seemed to always pose
For you…


Now when I untie myself..
Again for you
I see your face.
Mocking me, playing with me,
Never, loving me…