The Lonely StalkerGlassy eyes staringThe Lonely Stalker by Tiaricale
Slowly, almost fearful
Air comes in heavy chokes
I pull my knees deep into my chest
My thigh pressed against my stomach
I feel the wave of nausea
And my throat is sick of self pity
So I hug my legs tighter
Crushing my diaphragm
Swallowing what threatens to escape
I follow the walks and runs
The skips and tumbles
The dazzling rainbow and explosive fire
The lazy drizzle and wailing thunder
All recollected, starched and pressed
In the book for stalkers.
I laugh, I cry, I pray and I plead
And I cry all over again
Like a drop of water from above
Splintering to a thousand more below
We now face different directions
Each on a different grain
And the rock that held us once
Is a distance too far against gravity
Against the laws of nature
But whether we weep
For the moon's waning
Or greet the sun with a smile,
The blazing fusion shall rise across the horizon
And the cold dark chunk fade into the blue
Until the day when the Earth shall tremble
And the sky is sl
PurityThere’s a man that I know somewhere nearbyPurity by Tiaricale
Who now lives in his own little packet of life
His mind too simple to be bothered by strife
And if you don’t approach, he won’t cross your line
Two centuries ran past him but he was unfazed
Through the cruelest of mankind and fastest of change
He saw his works of imagination translating into reality
He made mistakes and tasted the heavy penalties
The little boy ran through the grounds of his home
The teen’s sweat was milked for Emperor Hirohito
The young man let his flag up to proudly fly
The elderly watched his daughters’ graceful rise
He stood tall before time’s strong blasts and blows
He was respected as a man who helps and who knows
He represented his land in the global court of unity
His eager heart contributed to the formation of his country
But as the tallest of mountains could be tamed to valleys
His strength now spent, his bones so weary
Not his daughters nor his wife he recall in his memory
Did You Break Me?One bright evening when the sun refused to setDid You Break Me? by Tiaricale
In a trick played by fate; two paths intersects
Walking down the sidewalk, hands blocking the rays from her eyes
Looking up and staring into another pair that she recognises
Like a mirror reflecting the tie that held them, both draped in black
And both had not a shred of doubt on who is gawking back
But like a the rage of storm that tore them apart the cars won't give them a chance
So they stood across the street, locked in a hazy trance
I hardly would have known you now
My mind is bursting with questions I couldn't think how
What happened to you? Why didn't you call?
Are you happy with what had happened to us all?
Did you think of me like how I had thought of you?
Waiting by the phone wishing I could get through?
But why didn't you make a move
Unless it's true that you broke me too?
Almost can't believe it has been ten years ago
When I looked into her eyes, not wanting to let go
This friendship we shared locked by flesh, bl
Say YesA vibrant young girl, polished and petiteSay Yes by Tiaricale
With a will so strong it's hard to compete
Presenting to her father her flying rainbow chart
Proof in ink of the years she spent working hard
With pride and satisfaction she said to her father
I know what to pursue now that my school years are over
I want to unlock the secrets of shapes and off colours
And share with the world my thanks in my pictures
Please father, please, would you give me your support
For me to work out my life on what's close to my heart
I know that you wanted something else of me
But father, I beg you say yes, father please
Now the years have passed and the ages have changed
She now has a daughter who once was her age
Though never she seems like who mother had been
She too has a passion that fuels her dreams
Though her mother had decided to give delight to the eyes
Junior choose the art to protect and survive
But like her grandfather before, her mother does not see
Why her daughter has said: This is what I wish to be
Ode To The BananaOh how to praise the fair BananaOde To The Banana by BATTLEFAIRIES
which from the graceful tree hath hung?
'Twould not do to sing of its bite
before I've seen addressed its taste
or for the colour of this shapely fruit
blasphemously skip the rite of peeling.
From this thought away our eyes need peeling
Focus then, on the birth of our Banana
which is hard labour's enriching fruit.
See: the machete that in its scabbard hung
flies up to visit on yon stem the taste
of corporate carnifexes' iron bite.
Poor condiment, the dust you did bite
and premature, dark green your peeling
(I dare not linger on its stinging taste).
Mind my words, beloved Banana:
before you from a hook were hung
you were one all-atrocious fruit!
The plaque above your home read: 'fruit'
stencils and stickers praised your bite
a label from your neck was hung
to be discarded, prior, to your peeling.
Who needs to advertise a real Banana?
'Tis all waste which speaks beyond your taste.
With monkeys and Minions I share this taste
for mild and mellow, miraculous
20 years old girl who is learning to balance imaginations with facts. Born into a family of passionate bookworms and the eldest of a pack of writer wannabe siblings. |
Oh, and my works are always open to critiques and comments, I need someone to point me the way