architecture

Standard

Eyes caved

so deep…that light doesn’t reach

its dark in there

deprived of sleep

permanent craziness

malnourished body

hazy brain

and fixed lips extended

upward

for minutes

hairs so soft

of acids deposited

back arched in humbled gesture

to thee of whatever

bags lifted forward

to avoid falling backwards

standing in sleep

why so much…

torture

to this fragile bearded heart…

smokes flutter

I think of death

as it has befriended

me

at the seventeenth year

and so I think of

useless

my mother

and then I again get back

to self torture…

my Jesus…asks me

there is no escape…

either you’ll die young

or calmness will prevail

to the eternal…

but at least drink

some milk…

or eat some omelet

as hungry you ain’t gonna save the world….

Reblog this post [with Zemanta]
Advertisements

One response »

  1. hi there

    nice poems you’ve written, as always 😉 your comment on one of my poems was listed as spam, but i read it anyway… how are you? still busy studying?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s