Showing posts with label senselessness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label senselessness. Show all posts

Thursday, 19 February 2015

Painless Wound

It stays there
nomatter what
the stitchless sturture
Bleeds often
red, black, blue
painless,
that is in its nature

I cant recall
the incident
nor
the date, day, time
of the not-so-tragic fall
is it not important
or a lost cause
a bitter experience, sweet and sour

Medication?
Did i hear you right?
Hah! Not worth the penny spent
This painless jerk
resting on my skin
has lasted enough
to become hard to mend

I cant recall
what makes it bleed
nor
the trigger that stops the flow
It is not important
I guess I know
the joy
of the memory lapse
of the insatiable failure's glow

No cure
Or do I cherish the remains
of a memory long lost
For the pain
has ceased
and stain
intact
Makes me, Me, Me, Me
So hollow


- Diary of an Oxymoron

Wednesday, 4 February 2015

hazy clarity

oozing out of the head
a silent war
knuckles crackle
as I go, type type
-
the headlines
dont make sense
footnotes
loose, lose, lost
-
sketching a picture
never seen
dramatic dullness
lullaby in spleen, numbing the skin
-
another tea
green in color
simmering the focus
into absent- mindedness
-
honk, or shout
into empty spaces
of the crowded vision
leading up to
nowhere?
-
nowhere?
or now-here?
scribble it off yet again
into a chaotic
blank slate

- Diary of an Oxymoron

Monday, 2 February 2015

tea & beer

too far
in the mind
a tea cup
and a beer undefined

sunshine and sea waves
spectacles and books
finding space
logic unhooks

momentary lapse
off the wisdom goes
a rollar coaster swirls
as the wind blows

queries pop up
and redness surrounds
will it be a memoir
or just a short story profound

- Diary of an Oxymoron

Thursday, 30 October 2014

Think, you can?

Paint the world. My colour is mean. I think I'm missing a link.
Nails turn blue. Irony has died. I think I'm beyond numb, dumb?
Say you are sorry. Say you are not. I think I'm plastic.
The world is solace. My soul is on hold. I think I'm a radio.
Sins are cool. Books dusty. I think I'm a moment.
Nonsense thoughts. Food that rots. I think I'm melting.
Scribble empty words. Speak up unfelt touch. I think I'm Narnia.
Leave my washcloth. The dirty thought. I think I'm a dark blot.
Smiling face. crooked line. I think I'm just fine.
- Diary of an Oxymoron