mercurial

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  • mercurial 24w

    It's been awhile here. So I decided to write this piece.
    @ghoulfrost

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    I rant
    I stop
    I scream
    I...stutter
    I love the feel of your body on mine
    The way our bosoms meet each other
    Like a train crushing a vehicle.
    Passion eats at us,
    Me below, you above
    Me above, you below.

    Scream
    Silence
    Awkward silence
    I run my fingers through your hair.
    Slowly I trail my fingers on your neck bone
    As your eyes sigh in surrender.
    You meet me half way like one chased by the winds.
    Buttons flying, fingers fumbling,
    We just never have enough time.

    Heart
    Soul
    Searching
    Yearning...
    We are like children feeding on stolen meat,
    We do not savor the taste.
    Hurriedly we swallow in chunks.
    You almost choked when a knock came at the door

    Light
    Love
    Chills
    Your smile is bright.
    It sits well on your face
    The way you sit on mine.
    Damn! You shame the angels.
    Oops! our love won't sit well on them
    Like your smile does.

    Smile
    Cold
    Fear
    "Let's be a real couple", you say
    As your fingers search for mine.
    I snatch my hand back in love.
    These streets frown at garments like ours.
    They say to be comfortable in your skin,
    A rhetoric advice one can't take.


    Sad
    Pain
    Indifferent
    Our skin is soaked in "sin"
    But the preacher said I'm saved.
    Tomorrow we go again I in front, you behind
    Our knees kiss the floor
    "Forgive me father for I have sinned..."

    Breath!
    Deep breath!
    We wear badges of maturity
    And hang a stop sign on our hearts.
    We sip our tea, a mixture of salty pain.
    I cannot love you,
    You cannot love me.
    This queer love was dead on arrival.

    © MerCuriAl

  • mercurial 33w

    One cold night.

    I hate the cold. I hate how it hardens my nipples against my wish. Like a man caught pants down by his wife, I cover them with my palm and will my thoughts away. I hate how the cold forces me to miss you, talk about holding someone against her will. The cold, it cuts through my belly, leaves my pants drenched. I could fill a bucket with all the water. The cold, a reminder of how the smell of passion fills the room when your body finds mine.
    Maybe I don't hate the cold. Okay, I do. Just a little. Definitely not more than I hate you. I hate how you gave me a taste of you and shut the door to my face when I desired more. I hate how even after all these months you can't get out of my head. I hate how you are trapped in my heart, a whole room to the memories of you. I still hate the cold and how it makes me shiver for your touch. Maybe my punishment for falling heads over flats(I don't wear heels) is this ache, this feeling like razor cutting my heart into tiny little pieces.

    © MerCuriAl

  • mercurial 33w

    Self-abuse

    ...is pouring all your love on others and denying yourself the one thing you give so freely, love.

    ...is staying when they keep stabbing your fragile heart with hurt and betrayal.

    ...is shrinking yourself for others to feel great.

    ...is hiding behind the scene for another to shine.

    Feed yourself love, stand tall, stand in the light!

    You deserve love. You are enough.

    © MerCuriAl

  • mercurial 35w

    BE NEAR

    I am but a man scared of his reflection.
    So I hit the mirror and create a rain of shattered glasses.
    My eyes drawn to the painful cuts on my knuckle.
    I feel no pain, no shame.

    Afraid to stand before you I fled
    Right into the arms where solace lies not
    I am a scary cat afraid of his own shadow
    I seek the dark where shadows cannot form.

    The relief it brings is so short lived.
    Even leavened bread brings better satisfaction.
    I am a prey afraid of the hunter

    When I fall I run in search of your face...again
    Your promises filling my mind, I seek you
    Just like the thirsty Deer searches for water.
    So when the days grow dark and the light scares me,
    When my mistakes mess with my head,
    And lost opportunities come mocking me,

    When doubts creep in and creates a vacuum in my heart
    When fear crawls in and makes my soul weary
    When the shadows appear long and scary
    When my life becomes a horror movie
    When living becomes a task, death enticing...

    Teach me to trust your saving grace
    Tell me the fog will clear
    Draw me close to your bosom and console me like a child
    Be my shield, let me cling to you.
    Hold my hand and let strength slip through me.

    Do not let the world match me to the grave
    Let your light pierce my heart.
    Lord, stand close.
    Lord, hold my hands.
    Lord, give me life.
    Lord, please be near.

    © MerCuriAl

  • mercurial 37w

    On nights like this, I doubt myself. Sleep seems far away so I drown in my thoughts. It's like being high on cheap drugs, except I need no drugs to get high. I get high on my feelings and all the emotions threatening to spill out from every pore in my skin.

    On nights like this, I just want to crawl into a hole and fold myself into a box. I long for darkness, a safe place to pour down the salty stream lurking behind my eyes. It's like being drunk on "Kai Kai". Except there is no cage to crawl into, No darkness: the light is too bright, and no alcohol.

    On nights like this, I just... think of the many things that should be wrong with my life and be grateful for how far I have come. Gratitude never becomes irrelevant, never gets old.

    © MerCuriAl

  • mercurial 38w

    On nights like this, I love to sit on the Swing and cuddle my mood. So when you ask me "what's wrong ?" It wouldn't be a lie to say "I'm having mood swings".

    © MerCuriAl

  • mercurial 40w

    Death is a Psycho

    I think of you when I'm hungry,
    Feeding on the memories of how we sat on the couch
    Licking our fingers
    Swaying to the music of our heartbeats.

    I think of you when I'm happy
    Remembering the times butterflies flew from our stomach
    A channel through our mouths
    A sign of this burning love.

    I think of you when I breathe.
    Recalling your breath on my body
    As you explored
    And drew lines on my skin with you lips.

    I think of you when I hear your favourite song.
    Lost in thought as I watch a couple pass by
    Hands linked, heads together,
    Singing your song, our song. It's us.
    It's my head drawing images of us.

    I think of you when I let the tears wash my heart,
    Wondering why promises are dirty.
    Maybe because they are unkept.
    They need a wash.

    I think of you when I bath.
    I let the water wash over my pain and drown my silence.
    It's a solace to cry under the shower,
    Water knows it's sibling.

    I think of the way breath left your body.
    They say life is a story of how we die.
    I guess even death has a story
    Of how he snatch loved ones, roll in laughter
    While watching his victims mourn in pains.

    I think of you every day.
    Death is crazy.
    Death is a psycho.

    © MerCuriAl

  • mercurial 43w

    Many emotions hidden behind the emojis
    Pains stacked behind the smiles
    Tears buried under keypads
    Hearts say the opposite
    Fingers type "I'm fine"
    Stretch your arms
    Bridge the gap
    Sometimes "I'm fine" is
    Unexplainable feelings
    Words too wordy to shorten
    Spilled emotions one can't gather
    I'm fine is not fine after all...

    ©MerCuriAl

  • mercurial 43w

    Don't sit me on your laps
    And run your hands all over my little body
    I'm not an island you should explore
    I'm 5 and I'm fragile
    Let me be a child

    Don't slide your fingers into my panties
    And cover my mouth with your hand
    Don't hide my screams under your cloak
    What sick pleasure do you derive?
    I'm 5 and I break
    Let me be a child

    Don't draw me into the darkness
    Nor lock the doors of your room
    Don't draw out your tool
    And push it down my throat
    I'm not hungry, Uncle
    I'm 5 and I shatter.
    Please let me be a child

    Aunty, don't call me "a big boy"
    And draw me closer to you bosom
    My lunch is in the kitchen
    Not on you chest
    I'm only 5 and I crack
    Let me be a child

    But wait Uncle
    The hole on my butt has a function
    It is not your "testing ground"
    Why do you hurt me?
    And cut my screams with threat
    I'm just a neighbor's little boy
    I'm only 5 and I fracture
    Please let me be a child

    Don't steal my innocence
    Don't haunt my dreams
    Don't break me
    Don't curse me

    I'm fragile
    Fragile things break
    Fragile things shatter
    Fragile things crack
    Fragile things fracture
    Let me be a child.

    ©MerCuriAl

  • mercurial 62w

    Day 35

    Antiseptic smell
    A scream there
    A wail here
    A moan there
    A wince here
    A stop here
    A pause there

    "How are you?"
    Fill the air
    White coats
    Jogging through the rooms
    Sometimes replies come in the negative
    Other times the positive ones drop
    Some lost, some survive

    Next time your neighbor screams
    "Do you know who I am"
    Lead him to the place filled with painful moans
    Guide him to the tombs of those who have mastered the arts of not feeling anything
    Remind him that he is just
    A time bomb waiting to explode

    #365DaysOfPoetry
    #MerCuriAl2020

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    TIME BOMB

    Antiseptic smell
    A scream there
    A wail here
    A moan there
    A wince here
    A stop here
    A pause there

    "How are you?"
    Fill the air
    White coats
    Jogging through the rooms
    Sometimes replies come in the negative
    Other times the positive ones drop
    Some lost, some survive

    Next time your neighbor screams
    "Do you know who I am"
    Lead him to the place filled with painful moans
    Guide him to the tombs of those who have mastered the arts of not feeling anything
    Remind him that he is just
    A time bomb waiting to explode

    ©MerCuriAl