Kash Baloch — Poetry on Identity, Love, and Survival

Everything falls into place so perfectly, smoothing out my picture and providing serenity. Calm now that the storm has passed, collected as I realize that the days went by so fast. I am overcome with peace that washes over me in waves, forgiven of my sins my future has been saved. I have let go of the past that haunted me in my reverie, survived the fire like a phoenix rising from debris. I hold on tight to my security for it has taken so long to appear, as I count my blessings one more time, so thankful that I am no longer filled with fear. Destroyed in seconds was the notion of love that we were convinced was real, as I take a deep breath and listen to my heart and how it feels. I could no longer endure the pain of playing pretend in a glass house, I have emerged with strength as I transitioned into man from mouse. I no longer hide behind stories and lies, I have realized that the love I feel inside only needs to be reflected in my own eyes. I feel the warm summer rain as it cleanses...

Disguised in a coat of your own lies, the truth hides behind your eyes sending frissons of terror up and down my spine. From the moment you were mine, I knew something was off, as you lustfully electrocuted my heart and made me cough. The shock of finding you plotting my assassination made me lose my breath, you were my most fickle fascination. You pervaded my mind and rewired my brain, until I was morbidly mundane; it was not an admirable state, just heckled with habitual hate. I created a monster, you were my Frankenstein, as you ravaged my England with your flawed design. Lightning and thunder cowered in shame when you were around, as you reaped my soul and I was happily homeward bound. You were the thorn that cut my insides, filled my heart with bitterness then tossed me aside. You were the zit that refused to leave, as you weaved stories that you expected me to believe. Naive no more, I have walked out the door into a life of my own. I am the king now, you have been ...

Enchanted once again as my heart skips a beat, you have filled me with such wonder that I have no words left to speak. Intrigued in every way as you have brightened my days, filled my nights with light and charmed me as sweetly as classical ballet. I gaze into your eyes and catch glimpse of the stars, reassuring me that happiness is not too distant, you can be my Spanish guitar. With your body and my bow, we will play the most beautiful music known to man, it will resonate throughout the world and settle amongst the cherry trees that line the streets in Japan. Your intellect astounds me making me hunger for your lips, I will devour you ravenously like an ethereal eclipse. You are my biggest aphrodisiac, chocolate pales in comparison to you. You will surely be my best muse as you have made me feel renewed. Your aroma fills me with peace like a Turkish café, reassured as I am certain that you will always meet me halfway. I bask in your company as if it were the sun, you hav...

I want to crack your bones and make you a stew, full of ingredients that collaborate to create poor, pathetic you. One spoon of ignorance to represent your mind, always stubbornly refusing to see that you are hardly one of a kind. A dash of lies to symbolize your worth, you are a waste of breathing air that defiles this Earth. Two cups of delusion to add fire to the flame, you should be ashamed for always pointing the finger and never accepting the blame. A recipe for disaster of epic proportions, your traumatic design should have been aborted. I am liberated and devoid of your pubescent games, I will surpass your place in life, as you die alone muttering my name. You are the most pathetic of God's creatures in this land, even more so than insects in the sand. I abhor you for seeking pity from others without ever admitting your own faults, you slander my good name like I am the wound, while you are simply made of salt. A curse upon your house that I strive to o...

Your beautiful grey eyes washed away my blues, as I longed to take your hand and follow you into a world devoid of taboo. No lies, just the truth, as you kissed away the pain and rekindled my youth. I yearn to live to see the day when I will have you in my arms to hold, hopelessly entranced by your touch that makes me feel like gold. You have rescued my heart from the pain it has endured, freed me from the cancer like the long awaited cure. You were the answer to my prayers, as you cleared the cobwebs from my head and saved me from the dreadful despair. With you I can imagine a future filled with light, as my inner voice resonates throughout me assured that you will keep me warm on lonely nights. Your voice filled me with reason, washing over me in waves, you added summer to my season, it is your lips that I desperately crave. I am addicted to your fragrance, wanting to bathe in the scent of you. You have lifted my spirits, and made me feel renewed. Your beauty is...

You ate my skin, devoured my brain, lied to my face and then left me out to rot in the acid rain. You victimized me like my own personal Hannibal Lecter, as you were the most skilled and captivating soul collector. You ravaged my city, and pillaged my town, raped all its women and then left me to drown. The seas swallow me whole adding to my rage, as I contemplate the ways in which I will rampage. I will run through your neighbourhood with your head on my sword, valiantly display my triumph, your blood was my reward. I feel like I have won an academy award, as my honour feels restored after being ignored for far too long. My swan song includes some ammunition for the way you wasted my time, in my prime, it is easy to see that you were the lime, that soured my art and silenced me, like a mime. I have raided your cupboards and left you barren plus bare, the next time you search for me, I will not be there. Forever disconnected from your infantile ways, better late than never to a...

Rage washes over me as I become more aware of all the ways in which your pathetic indolence filled my life with sheer despair. Torn into pieces, I adorned myself with scorn and began to contemplate ways to make you wish you had never been born. I will poke and prod at you with my demonic pitchfork, until your walls fall down like mass destruction in New York. The audacity you had to lecture me as you remained, in your glass house so picture perfect, yet full of disdain, was enough to infuriate me further, like the bulls in Spain. I see nothing but red hoping to shed, the blood that you owe me for the years you stole from me. I could instead be the better person and pick up and resume, but the violence within me seethes, threatening to consume me whole. Like those imprisoned without parole, you were the weakest link within my chain so I had to set you free, until it became apparent that you were pathetically dependent on me. You claimed that you were stronger and th...