Category: Scribble with a Scheme

  • “FARCE” – Poem

    “FARCE” – Poem

    when the spotless sky
    drips moonshine
    in the shadows
    of the crooked moon,
    serenading
    something inside,
    luring into the light
    bargained from the sun,
    robbing through
    the treasure
    what dreams are
    made of,
    forcing to spill
    the seeds on
    the canvas,
    for the gloom
    to curse,
    for the soul
    to seep,
    for the world
    to clap,
    for the eyes
    to abhor.

  • “STAY” – Poem

    “STAY” – Poem

    Stay,
    like the froth on your upper lips
    between the sips of hot chocolate.

    Stay,
    like the lazy outline of your body
    on the messed up sheet on my bed.

    Stay,
    like the smell of your perfume
    on my loose Calvin & Hobbes t-shirt.

    Stay,
    like the few rogue strands from your bun
    that always fall on your nose.

    Stay,
    like the rasp in your morning voice
    on the verge of grunted whispers.

    Stay,
    like the hazel in your eyes
    keeping off melting between the blinks.

    Stay,
    like the smile that rests on your cheeks
    while your soul dances in the rain.

    Stay,
    just for a while
    before you disappear again.

  • “FIREFLIES” – Poem

    “FIREFLIES” – Poem

    We flicker in the moment
    like a firefly


    jiving in the pixie dust,
    throbbing between
    the mountains of ice,


    wiggling down the rabbit hole,
    bouncing off the river styx,


    flinging from the banyan ropes,
    gasping through
    the glimmering skies.


    We snicker among
    the frizzy flies,


    we flicker in the moonlight
    like a firefly.

  • “TWO SECONDS” – Poem

    “TWO SECONDS” – Poem

    It’s funny how you find yourself
    in the same space,
    again and again,
    until the umpteenth time,
    when it is not funny anymore.

    When the rhetorical questions
    don’t have answers.
    When you seek
    those two seconds
    where you can pity yourself,
    because you have to be strong otherwise.

    When you know
    you are not running in circles,
    but each turn seems to be familiar.
    The thought of a life
    that is going to play itself
    just the way you know it would,
    scares you.

    Just two seconds
    before you close the doors
    on your screams,
    you let your voice loose,
    even if nobody hears it.
    Afterall, it is better
    than people choosing
    to ignore it knowingly.

    All this, in the hope
    that your legs will not let you down
    as soon as you put your weight on them,
    to run away somewhere else.

    Maybe somewhere unfamiliar.
    Maybe somewhere unpredictable.
    Maybe a new home.

  • “BLACK AND WHITE” – Poem

    “BLACK AND WHITE” – Poem

    Had love been able

    to be described,

    in either jet black

    or bone white,

    we would have been

    walking on the tightrope,

    dead centre,

    calling ourselves darkness,

    labeling each other the light.