Soon

Soon you'll be faced with choices,
pick the one that makes you look better,
it will be fake but that's all you need.

Skin

Our memories are associated with the strangest of elements - elements long forgotten and whisked away in seconds to subtle shelves deep inside our cognizance. The memories get  hidden along with their attachments. But it will take one unexpected and unrelated moment in life to yank them out and make them float on the surface again.

Like the whiff of a perfume and a girlfriend from the past. Like a toy at a store and a fight over a similar one with a cousin from childhood. Like a shirt in an untouched part of the closet and a boyfriend from the past. Like a dialogue in a family movie and a family dinner from years ago. Like a joke cracked at an office party and an uncle who used to tell the same joke at dinner parties. Like watching a kid ride his bicycle and the time you had fallen of yours. Like a fish recipe at a restaurant and your grandmother who made it the same way. Like the touch of someone's hand on your skin and how your mother had saved you from toppling over from a chair.

Constraint

We'll all be but the same old people we were,
we'll not think twice to reach for the stars;
only to come back to our roots and be
the same old people we were.

Crush

I'll give you a hand
even if you don't need me to,
just so there's a chance
to exchange a few words.
In all probability,
the words won't make sense
in the sentence I'll manage to utter,
but I feel like a storm today.

I'll stand close
in case you need a hand.

Recycle

I thought you were a hoarder,
I love stories about little things.
Turns out you have none for me anymore.
Aren't you the best?
You are and you cannot deny it,
who else would ever think of me this much
and then toss aside?

The end

It's done,
the betrayal was short,
but it stretched the hours
into a universe of eternity.
Pacing brought to a halt,
mulling brought to a stop,
sunshine cease,
breathing crumple into a spitball.

Goodnight

The window blinds won't close
all the cups have coffee stains,
a red and black bug is crawling around
the bits of paper I have been throwing out,
the phone rings,I don't answer it,
the music clefs hit the bass and trebles
making the discarded candy wrappers tremble.
The leaves are still not free from slavery
of the high and low winds,
the dogs have awakened for their nightly jaunts,
the paintbrushes lie frustrated
from a creative block.
I climb to the top of the pillow tower
to keep a watch over my dream territory.

Sine Wave

There's magic in beginnings.
If you still find it in the middle somewhere,
make sure you see it at the end.

Countdown

One by one
the matchsticks burnt
to the ground
leaving us in darkness.
For now, we are.
But soon we'll forget our memories,
you will evolve
into an unknown presence
which I'll need to fight
to save myself and escape.

Zip

Discow '72