Friday, January 25, 2019

#Ekno E A*

gnashing

have i known
its coming from you
all the holes
that pierced me through

crashing

these tell tale signs
of past sexual conquest
whose faces
and physiques
reduced into viral leek

exploding

a nuclear reaction
of uranium-235
a fission
of lust and lust alone
splitting into millions
of fissile elements
bombarding me to the core

dissipating

i wouldn't know
if you are the one
who need to say i'm sorry
or should i be the one
who says:
it's never been easy

both dismal
and morbid
palettes of orange
and blue
a portrait---
decaying down to its bones

let me
mourn with the notion
drop dead in defeat
assuring
not to pulp beat me
and spank
the hell out of me


Wednesday, January 23, 2019

estranged; twins

floating
in the same amniotic fluid
naked
kissing
falling in love
and see life
through rose-colored glasses?
emotional,
crashes?

happy,
so happy,
we could literally die
ends up doing
a lot of harm
so we decided to go back
to the forest

the same forest,
the same mother
as twins---
in strained relationships

most often,
entangled
roles have reversed
intertwined
and confused
as newfound flame

that’s not the only issue
that grows
that we can tame

so we hibernate
in purity
and solitude

as you may now
drop the phone
and leave me
all alone
please respect me
as your brother

claiming you know
but allude to the fact
that it’s untrue
hey, we've only just met'
unsympathetic
to the needs of the world
servicing only the philosophy

implied by our own nature

as gypsies traveling
by the sea
of emptiness
we both have embraced
the same loneliness

emphasize the fact that this flame
is nothing like it seems
Sure there’s many people
that adore you
and want to be around you
wherever you go
but in fact,
this is an isolated case
do experienced it,
firsthand.

always remember,
we always be the same
but different
---passed as twins
but more than strangers

the irony we find
in our life experiences.
the way we presented
on the outside
an antonym
of what we feels
of how much time
to learn about us,
intimately,
you may not feel
the same thing anymore.

as we agree to disagree
we fight,
we flee.

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