Kash Baloch — Poetry, Prose & Survival

When the bough breaks, they said my cradle would fall but I fell instead, head over heels in love. You reached out to me with an olive branch, and I grabbed your whole arm, why did you do this, why'd you have to lead me on? I said I'd be there for you, like the soil to your rose, but you chose to wilt when we could've grown. I've never had issues with accepting fault, still you ran away, like you were allergic to salt. Sodium chloride wrong of you to leave me alone, especially when my spirit refuses to accept that your hand I'll no longer hold. You were the only reason I remained, I was the sole serpent to ever be tamed. Such a gem, such a jewel—yet you expect me to abstain, from falling apart, like glue, you kept me sane. My apologies for losing my cool all those times I made you feel blue, bear with me, my dear—I forgot all I had to fear. A silent hill, a busy tone, your absence is felt, now I've learned my lesson, so I keep others at bay. With a single extend...

"Tell me again, where is it you stop and the succubus begins? Why is it that once we separated we both ceased to exist?" A vanishing act, in two parts. Act One : My pitiful proposal right in the middle of study circle was the first arrow to pierce your unfeeling heart. A feat more noble than neon on the periodic table. And you? If you were an element, it would be gangrene, the way you suddenly appeared and immediately created a crime scene. A biohazard more toxic and lethal than Fukushima. You radiated light, and at first glance I was blinded. Now that each individual shard of shrapnel has been plucked from my silver eyes, I see that you were nothing but nuclear. Once a dream within a dream, until you decayed and became a fucking nightmare within another godforsaken nightmare. Like those matronly Russian nesting dolls, but instead made up of demons, until there was nothing left but desolation. Act Two : What happened to the wide eyed hopeful freshman that I met handing out...

Engaged in reckless abandon, self-medicating as I gamble. I grow more weary as I persist, as I become more promiscuous. Am I the victim of KIDNAPPING, where they took my BRAIN, as I fought them off with fists? ANOTHER abductee gone missing— but they won't break my spirit, even if they take away my WINGS. DIAGNOSED in an anti-septic hallway, though I still remain unconvinced. I refuse to be an EXPERIMENT; I am nobody's test subject. One SATURDAY, a PATTERN emerged  that was disturbing; it began  with DELUSIONS of grandiosity.  I may feel spurned now,  but I'm still learning. If only this INSOMNIA  would just let me sleep.

Tough as diamonds, I still stutter. Even equipped with spirit real resilient. Titanium temper you can't tamper. Bullet proof; I am bone brilliant. No weapon could wage war against me. You are Hiroshima to my bomb atomic. Hydrogen gases could never harm me. Napalm nor nitrous oxide could phase me. When I fell to this planet, I crash landed. Rode in careening on a comet. Like obsidian, I am igneous; volcanic. Concrete, cinder-block, ceramic. Jackhammer my stone heart in the street, chances are the road will crack before me. I survived storms, and tsunamis; scaled sorrows, climbed calamity. Rappelled into the fiery pits of Hell, wrestled with remorse, and reversed spells. I can't be destroyed now—I refuse it. My lights may flicker, but they won't finish.  Any attempts to break me will prove fruitless. Diamond life of mine can't be cut open.