Scribblings from a Narcissist
Saturday, 12 April 2014
In Awe
My fingers smell of cigarettes
smoked with you;
My mind is rambling on the
conversation we shared;
My heart is hoping
to see you just once more —
you say I am infatuated.
But I am merely in awe of you.
Friday, 11 April 2014
Silk threads
silk threads
are uninspiring;
find me some jute,
some coarse hands,
nothing cute –
let me create
marvels in browns and greys;
silk threads
are too pretty,
too delicate
for me to play with,
find me some coir,
some raw strength –
let me make you beds and mats;
silk threads
are brittle, expensive,
find me some cotton,
some patient minds –
let me make you things to wear,
summer, winter or rain;
silk threads
are not for me.
find yourself a man
who will care.
Wednesday, 9 April 2014
He can't let go
He rolled her words upon his tongue
a satin stream of love
rolling into his brain;
He hugged her dreams,
he kissed her hopes,
a barrage of memories
drowning him in pain.
Tuesday, 8 April 2014
How the Day and Night Came About
Twilight stole into the sky
kidnapped the sun,
and brought in the rule of the moon.
Dawn, that knight in shining armour,
rescued the sun and restored his reign.
The sun and moon liked their game --
thence came the rules of day and night.
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