Hyacinth

You see
It lies in the false titles
given to those that bear the fruit.
To gain a recognition for deeds done,
the end goal not always in sight.

See… the warmth is blue,
a sombre heat without light
A form of cold pragmatism,
through exchanges of pregnant love.

You see directions are issued,
But to what end should that suffice?
We don’t all crave a destination, but instead
to be hooked – within two arms.

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Paris

Close I see
curling tides of crimson hue
not in my name, though
bereft of what to do.

Alina Baraz

for Alina Baraz

 

Transient through the Urban Flora of London’s south,
I Drift atop rolling waves,
their depths rising, enveloping all
in each passing rock of the Bakerloo.

Deluged in Pretty Thoughts, serene
I Unfold words with each bars heartbeat,
poetry within each ear’s bud -caressed in my carriage,
I blossom your Jasmine words.

Half / Cast

Half-hearted, I half-listen,
to your half-stories,
feeling half-dead,
for the whole time you’re here.

At half-one, you half-know,
I half-care, what you say,
it’s halflife, too long life,
for me to wish to stay.

This day half-cast, brings half light,
sat half lotus, thinking half-baked,
about half-truths, I half-know,
that I still repeat to myself today

Will I be half-arsed, or half-keen
today’s halftime ‘s, but daydreams
as whole-hearted, I half pray
since I’m half man, half the day…

The University of

Read wide and vast,
adventure and explore,

speaking slow
though thoughts move fast.

 

Drink red wine
and tequila too,

sitting with minds intertwined,
allowing peace’s pass.

 

Debate the world flaws
shimmer in ideal’s gleam,

reconstructing this world
as if in an idealist’s dream.

 

Fail
and succeed,

recieve an education,
not a degree.

Begum

Her visage a familiar face.
-a granite façade etched content.
Eyes lacquered in tears,
her trembling bust
a vacuum tomb
-clasping at her chest’s air.

She inhales the pain of others,
stealing breaths of distraction,
scavenging peace through neglectful altruism.
In search of an opiate
to soothe her inner hurt
a moment’s suicide 
                                 in another’s vein.

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