immaturity


You, 
made me believe
that maybe we could achieve 
some picture-perfect peace
to relieve, release; to ease
our anxieties, undeniably
the parts of us that were diseased
our tormented entirety,
oh how it reeks, this irony
that maybe we could be free
too blind to see
there was no vacancy
no vacancy for emotions that
had no agency, amazingly
abrasively, we returned to
being strangers in the streets
like two opposing ships at sea
the beasts but not the bees
like ghosts who would not grieve,
the gifts that we received,
that day that we, conceived
this wicked web we weaved.
a melodramatic make-believe.
how prepubescent
juvenile, infantile,
without blessing,
the next best thing.
Inexpressive, undeniable
inattentive, unreliable,
wreaking havoc through
speaking words so viable.



Glass — A Poem on Fragility and Trust

Spontaneous combust,

coughed up, in a cloud of dust,

erased the air, to tread on trust,

swept under rugs to stop the stuck,

unwind the clock cos time is up.

Reverse the curse, release the clutch,

steeped in sweat, sweet innocents,

disarm the dreadful dissonance.

Rewind the tape, to relive the rust

that ate away, and eroded us;

like acid rain, corrosive cut. 

I fade away, to further my fear 

of failed filial obligatory fuss. 

I uncross my heart, & hope to live,

receive the love that I, too, give. 

Put myself first to make it last—

add armour to my house of glass.