Would

So she’d move.
They’d get married
They’d get bored,
Seek other outlets,
They’d focus on the negatives
While they’d have screaming matches,
Then those images
Would dissolve.

Yet,
They had promised.

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Oddities

He didn’t care if she had never loved him
all he had wanted, during that time,
was to be able to see her.

Her hate, her pain, the things that had
made her smile that day, the men she’d meet,
the ones that she’d lay with,
anythings; the things he had wanted
to know about her.

He had begged her to stay,
to let him keep seeing her,
wondering if it had
made him seem small.

They couldn’t be together in this life,
but he had hoped they could exist in that space.

But she had deleted her existence–
gone without a trace.

The irony of his grief
brought tears to my eyes.


Blend In

Personalities of identifications
Synonymously chameleon
In between blended sceneries.

An emphatic bidirectional brushstroke
Is easily noticed
In unidirectional stroked paintings.

Empathetic rituals of dissonance’s;
Discordance against acceptances;
Wallflowers or wildflowers;
Differences and similarities;

Dualistic gains and losses in choices
Of speaking or remaining unspoken.

-Sabs-

Nearly Tangible

Cautiously noting the mind’s receding ebb,
Drawn tides start to analyse what could be baryonic
Baryogenesis. Nearly tangible composite matter, a
Caustic reminder of how mind controlled fingers left me daunted.
Entreaties written in order to salvage my newfound motif,
Envelope me in irrefutable mysterious nebulaic puff.
Extended exposure or optical filters inspire
Extricated colours of nuanced diaphora,
Commonly referred to as love. As descended
Euphoric waves disdainfully entertain the beguiled.

-Sabs-

The Cost of Belief

There was a time I believed
In a fantasy place.
I built a temple on
Corinthian orders
Of paranoid imagination,
Ornate acanthus leaves
Chiseled into fine lunacy,
Screeds of data scrolled
Into voluted borders,
As fluted grooves of belief
Sang to me, ’twas reasoned.

But eventually,
In disbelief, I
Watched the wrecking ball
Of objective participants
Demolish the columns
I had sculpted with
Time and attention
Instantaneously,
Left in ruin.

I won’t build temples again.

I wish
You had chosen life instead.
I had wanted to see magic
At least once.

-Sabs-