Avant-Garde

Under a pornographic red light
Filthy red colored words polished onto the walls
With thorny stems scattered all over the room

I’ll crawl into bed with you
Caress and roll all over it with my arms firmly wrapped around yours
As these thorny stems rip off each others clothes until naked
Drenched with blood after our skins are slashed
The white sheets turn red
And these thorns are smashed by the intensity of our bodies rubbing

I’ll clench onto your lips with mine
Squash them passionately with my teeth
Let their red wine pour out
To gently water my lifeless lips for they are dry

And as we start off with soft
We let our bodies become one
As if we’ve been tied up by a Celtic metallic chain
And since we’re soaked with each others blood
We’re left unprotected from each others disease
This makes me crave you more
Thus
Let’s whisper dirty words into each others ears
Let those words trigger our gradually awakening beasts
And engage into an endless act of love
That is an Ambigram of endless hardcore
Until we’re left sweaty and breathless

These thorns have indeed bled me dry
But worry not
For I'm alive as long as I'm assassinated by your brown eyes
And the sharing of your disease gave me the pleasure to live your pain
Get reincarnated with you again in the after-life
And if loving you is a sin
Then let the angel of death take away my life
Where hell shall be my eternal reside.

Droplets of Your Name

*Drip…Drip*
My heart bled your name all over my papers
Mixed it up with my tears of ink
That drew down these words of sorrow
And gave birth to this piece of art

I look into your beautiful brown eyes
Eyelashes so tender and perfectly curved
They bleed agony as you read a book called “Life”
And while I watch you read it
I only see a black page…
Your hands shiver at the bottom right of the page
You don’t wanna flip it
You’re still hopeful you can bleach the black page
And so I lend you my soul
Place it above your heavenly made ambrosial hands
Hoping to make you flip the page
Open a new white one that shall bleach away the past
But you’re still firmly holding onto the black page
Your tears drop all over it
And I stare in wonder
Am I not good enough?...

I suffer when I see your tears
I just want to heal you
Break the chains of my heart that want to scream
PICK ME!
Pick me…
Pick me…
For honey with me
You can drink up an endless fountain of love

And then I snap awake

I look at the book in my hand called “Life”
And I see the page with your name written all over it
And I cry teardrops for I feel helpless towards your pain
And so I don’t flip the page
Hoping that my tears might make you flip yours.

Blessings of a Curse

I see myself everyday
The black coat that I wear
Drenched from the Grey converged clouds
The dark blue skies
And the rain that stings my heart with every drop
Makes me kneel indeliberately
Look up subsiding to the power of He the almighty
The one that according to you I rejected
The one who’s truth according to you I denied

And though he cursed me
Fated me with torture
And gave me every reason for Blasphemy
I still love him dearly and sincerely
Believe in him more than you
Because unlike you sweet sibling
He listens
He’s silent to whatever wrong I do
The wrong he knows he had cursed me with

Oh sweet descendant
The poison that my ancestors injected into my veins
Ties me to your fate
The fate that makes me witness the sound of your words
The words that stab me indefinitely
The words you stimulate along with your ignorant companions
Against a curse that I now consider a blessing
You even taught the toddlers in our house of me being acquisitive
You taught them I only love me
You taught them about my materialism
None of which is true

You rub your money in my face when I ask for my share
Call me problem free because I get paid
I’ve never been employed to satisfy you with money
But God I know I sacrificed for you emotionally
Held you up as a 14 year old when you were on the verge of disconnection
Still and always will listen to your catasrophe
While you still reject to listen to mine
Because according to you, what I am is Blasphemy
And I still suffer in wonder
How does that make me a materialist?

You dispersed me my emotions
But the best of me stayed
The best of me will always stay…

Simply Beautiful

Aphrodite is the Goddess of Love and Beauty

This poem is dedicated to Farah Faisal =)

When the clouds scatter
After they bless us with a beautiful shower of rain
A bleak of the sun penetrates through the grey angry skies
Skies that left the kids and the weak frightened
But after the inane breakthrough of your beam
You spread peace so colorful and intangible
So uplifting and hopeful

And once your beams struck a garden
A garden with poly-colored different butterflies
And mono-colored beautiful Jasmines
Right in the center of that garden
A beautiful girl skips across
Rhythmically to the song of her singing heart
Wearing a white gown looking like Aphrodite
With a pink guitar wrapped around her holly aura
Aura so blissful and transparently white
So holly and sincere

I only write these words because
I see those butterflies in you
I see you when I look at a lonely white Jasmine
I see you when I look at an innocent little girl skipping
I see you when I listen to a joyful guitaric song
And whenever I see you, yes you!
All I have to say is
You're simply beautiful

My Open Doors

Did I not beg you not to knock on my doors again
Did I not beg you to spare twisting my twisted heart
You wrapped me up with wires of tenderness
That eventually became metallic wires of spikes that left me with emptiness

I blame you not, for I can simply not open my doors
But I'm a fool to the sound of you
That I immediately open to you my doors through your rhythm
I'm a coward to the figure of you
That I simply subside to your profundity

And so through my open door
You'll feed on the abyss amount of love that I offer
And just before I feed on bliss
You simply slam my door onto my face

And though I know my ink of tears won't dry
Love,
I beg you again
Knock on my door no more
Ring neither my bell nor phone
For I can't help but answer your call

A Purple Ending

Down on my knees
The colorless rain washes off the purple blood away
I stand on my feet
I pray for the one who dwells within
Send me someone to listen
Father
No one can hear my silence
No one can see through this poker face
But I beg them to see through those eyes
I beg the companions and the strangers
No one's their but they try to be
Through my silent words I scream to them
"Break through my quarantine
I have things to say
My pain shall speak
My soul needs to bleed
Sit me down for a session of persistent tears
My pain is in pain"

The purple blood has washed away indeed
But I await those secluded purple tears
To wash away the purple scars that are still of existence
I don't want to go back
But I want to let go

I missed the true laughter of mine
I miss the true smile that now I hide
I miss singing the same old beautiful Paparazzi verses
That have now become new painful curses
"I'm your biggest fan I followed you until you left me
Papa-Paparazzi
Baby there's no other superstar you know that I did become your Paparazzi
Promised I'll be kind but I didn't stop until I killed my heart
Baby you'll be famous chased you down until I left me
Papa-paparazzi"

I'm not angry at God
I'm not angry at anyone
I'm angry at myself

Living to what lays ahead
I hope to sing those beautiful verses again
As I pray that love won't take my life...

The twin of May

This poem is inspired by "Madonna - Human Nature"

And my twin shall partly awake from his deep coma
He will talk and I shall be put into temporary sleep

And the twin says through bleeding veins
through clotted wounds
through an unleashed heart
through sealed rage and anger

"I, the twin shall speak
for you have sealed me with your attendance
but now that my sight no longer witnesses your presence
My seal weakens and my hate awakens
therefor I shall unleash part of my agony

I will not ask you to forgive me
for you should be the one asking for forgiveness
I will literate no apologies
for you should be the one apologizing
and I will show no care
For I, in reality couldn't care less

Dear ex fooler
I shall inject this into your brain before I get myself started
My brother is not the one with the problems
he is able to last way more infinite than just few days

Honey, Did my brother not tell you
that calling him acquisitive slaughters him to bits
why have you done it frequently?
Darling, If my brother had done so much just so he could take a footling off of you
He would have stopped long before you cut the rope

Do you know how much I wanted to let it out on the cursed night of the dolls
Do you how much i still struggle to let it out everyday?
Its easy for me to prevail my forgiving brother
but the love he had for you is still strong enough to hold me off
and though this piece of pain might be of pain to you
I shall warn you against the day
The day this seal is by all will removed by my brother
A day where the myth of Lucifer becomes reality.

Dear poet
on behalf of my beloved brother I will tell you
he quits following you
He is no longer the paparazzi of you
He is no longer the paparazzi of anyone
For I shall never forget the day you said he gave up his dignity for you
And I shall reply to you
Karma has already taken place to that sentence you unmercifully said
It's all in that guitar of June and August.
if it's any song that my brother is eager to sing from the bottom of his shattered heart
It's the song this poem was inspired by

Before I head into my deep coma again
I shall let you see me one day."