Allergenic are his feelings when he hears her yelling..
you love me no more; why should I, he wonders.
faded charms, cold feelings, never-ending arguments.
a scull filled with grey hair, hopelessly trying to feel something,
while she adores temptation
joy blew up insane minds
seductive attempts, failed..
dear, try one last time that old song
voices fly shy, dead tones,
traps just wont work
no more, admit it,
after all those years, she is…
still bleeding, still craving for him;
cloaked behind a misty smile, she remains.
surrender; maybe she will not.
she remains…a fighter.
yes, it looks to far…
still here, just as if yesterday
fraud and other stuff; you fancy!
monsters lay in your charming curves
take it away when you mercy
close to me, you never was
fury fulfill my soul with fantasy
take my breath away, and bury it in a deep well
do not wonna love you again
try to forget, why on earth to do it?!
a millions times, again,
just another floor to lose.
the smell of your breath, hated it.
lost it all..
i am mercy-less;
please, just get lost is the dark….
” I have never been a happy boy to say: yesterday has been always prettier”.
– Mahmoud Darwish.
Is it irrelevant when she still insists for a divorce?
Is it so when he still shy away!
I am sorry; he said it a million times..
Faced with rejection a million times..
Down to the knees..no kindness in the night.
Eyes went dry in winter raining sky.
You are bountiful,,,useless.
Your skin is my paradise full of tress…
No more, those turned leaf less..
Generating sick mighty madness..
Changing your hair color, irrelevant.
Please me; hopeless.
Night’s curtain falls endlessly,
Blurred divorce images looms announcing the start of another journey.
Alfonso thought about it since he was twelve….
Today, it is imminent.. Yes; it should be now before it is too late..
He is just not so sure where or when to start…and
With what?,….With whom?…..And why is it need:
Mate, it is a pain in the neck. Call whoever to recreate stinky souls..
When all done; devils will entertain the town again..
Chimneys fall on the backer shop..
Bar girls running across the street half naked..
Holding her son with bloody weak arms; Kate screams.
Be aware, the buss driver just went unconscious; drunk maybe.
Now, Alfonso calls again…
No answer… Why? Where it the Lord of the rings..
Where did all the peculiar guys disappear?
Alfonso, it is just another one ugly illusion of yours; Kate shouts..
Time to create it all over again; Maintain you manhood.
Disgusting as she stands critical while he brushes his teeth;
At the bathroom door step she stands on one leg screaming
Blaming and vowing for revenge
He stares at the mirror, his eyes turning scary
The black scorpion moves down the corner of the ceiling towards the door step
She is still there barefooted, with a light pink transparent cotton top
She borrowed from a friend last summer
Splashed of his toothpaste penetrates her lousy top
It has been quit a time; need to get out of the stinky bathroom
He continued brushing, blood drops in the wash basin..
She noticed the drops; got extra irritated…
Are you going to spend the night brushing? She shouted.
His heart beats escalated, his lunges became tighter.
Wished the scorpion could end this siege;
He is free now..
Curiously expressing dully flares;
Rickety glares wading brown eyes;
Another mischievous foe;
Longing for ancient non-Serviceable sloppy relationship;
While sneaking to the basements..
Frozen, facing misty corners;
Soul plunged into clutter;
Apprehend my soul, my body;
Theme; Corrupted hostages;
Ravaged since birth;
As enamored with green-eyed lover;
her youth glares;
deep love Shimmers; paradoxically;
overwhelming enjoyable fury.
Deep inside a lonely souls,
they does inhabit doubts.
”If you find that writing is hard, it’s because it is hard.”- William Zinsser.
Writing in English as a second language is extra harder. However, I enjoy it. It introduced me to new vocabularies. Loved the challenge to synchronize strange sentences; sometimes, that lead to generating unexpected prose.
I am grateful to you gorgeous guys out there who followed or visited my posts. Surely, you make my day.
Just won’t amble to feel life shimmers again..
Once he gets rid of your watching lantern..
He will wake up from a lifetime trance you put him in since birth..
Grey Haired is stranded no more,
Time to gently splash away pushy ooze
All clear, absurd end of life together.