my silences

i float,
like an autumn leaf,
yellowed,aimless,drifting,
broken away from my tree,
i scream,mourning the loss of innocence.
and having no bosom to lay my head on,
i weep my tears,and swallow my pain,
and drift along…
misunderstood,unread,unrequited,
like that question in your eyes,
i go on,searching for a home,
asking,shouting,screaming your name,
painting my need in meaningless words…
cant you hear my silences?
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WHY?

its not that long since you told me,
and i am surprised the world has not changed,
there is still that bright sunshine,
hurting the eyes,
the same birds still chirp, ever noisily,
i wonder what they are so happy about,
and all around me, i see the same people,
going about their daily business,
cracking the same jokes,making the same complains,
enjoying life [...]

deserted

you told me the news today,
that i love you,
and you are deserting me.
the world still seems the same,and yet different..
the same people seem too loud,
and the jokes i used to laugh at,
seem like noise,
and yet,it is the same hectic evening,
only,i can not concentrate,
i think i am going to be sick.
you told me,
that you are tired,
of [...]

the fork in the road

ugly,old women sit by the roadside,
whittling away on stones,collecting leaves,
ugly,cynical smiles float,
on their wrinkled,hard faces,
never reaching their eyes,
the smiles are haunting,
faceless,gaunt,vicious entities,
hollow-like psychotic desires,
useless,selfish,tortuous roads to perdition,
they play on those parched lips,
and sear lines of hate on the heart.
dirty children play by the same road,
left there,like deserted dreams,
naked,black,ugly,pathetic,and apathetic,
they traipse the streets,
stripped of hope,and unaware [...]

lone traveller

how to look into the future?
or the past?
where to hide the loneliness,
this tangible,vibrant menace of the mind?
i go to sleep,and dream of you,
strangely erotic,garish,forlorn dreams,
of two caged birds,fighting their frustration,
frightened of the past,fluttering their desperate wings-
in a dystopic time and space we met,
to the rumbling beats of the drums of fate-
and parted.
and we will [...]