Mister August Presents
MOONTRAP: A collection of English Poems [Highest Rank: 3]
°I promise to be your kite if you promise to be my wind°
'The Night bewitched my thoughts and I could see a Moon, bigger than the sky itself, drenched in moonli...
Note: The following Poem has mature themes, deals with domestic violence and drug abuses. So if you are too young, I would request you to skip this one. Thanks.
GULP
Can you remember the details of that night when we talked only to our pillows and cotton bedsheets but not with each other Night when we were angry furious, gloomy and raged, and you had the look on your face which you've when you get stuck in traffic, horn-horn, hush, you, hush say nothing and just allow this . . (gulp) . . hmm . . . . allow this silence . . . . to continue for the rest of our lives, you said and all I tried to do was to find love love that promised love in your moist eyes which you'd promised me a thousand times but all I saw was rage depression drugs, failure punishment agony agony
yes, agony!
And your skin
I saw your skin ablaze in the pale moonlight saw the dance of demons in your red blue eyes, your weak dead hands
your hot crawling tears the scars on your cheeks and I fell in love with you again the same way I did that day when we kissed on the bridge and you dropped my bracelet in the water
Splash
Splash
Splash
I wipe my face, ha-ha, although there is no water, ha-ha! Memories are marching past my mind
(gulp)
and I close my eyes and you cut your own wrist and I can feel your blood the cries the howls the ghosts the bathroom tiles your belt on my back your tongue in my wound your nails on my thighs your breaths on my skin and I wanted to run but not alone with you but we fought we slapped we hit we kissed we cried in different corners throwing things at each other cursing shrieking at each other like loud winds and then you did
something unexpected something unpleasant
you smiled at me the smile that I have never seen before your last smile like a colorless rainbow in a deep azure sky you smiled and the smile stayed on your lips you had the knife and you had your anger and my life was all yours
I was all yours
but all you did was to stab your own heart but the smile stayed on your frozen lips n' I just sat there lifeless on those cold bathroom tiles smelling my own blood oozing out of my neck and your blood your nascent wounds death wounds and believe me I wished to stand to take away your knife but I couldn't I couldn't even bring those warm tears in my eyes for comfort so I just sat stared without blinking without thinking or feeling the death of a mad mad man
(gulp)
a wild man an abusive man a troubled man a defeated man
and he did what he did with me the things his life did to him unapologetically but he is still smiling in this fucking photograph, and I thought he is real what's real anyway, this photograph? these pills? this room? that window? your photograph that's hanging on my front wall or the memories or the taste of his lips on my lips Ah! memories
Fucking Memories
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH
GO AWAY
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH
THEY HURT SO BAD SO BAD SO BAD THAT I HAVE NO WORDS LEFT AND NO SLEEP
Gulp
in my eyes
Gulp
Gulp
I must sleep
Arggh
Gulp
Gulp
But I can't sleep
Gulp
Gulp
These pills are useless
Gulp
Gulp
Gulp
These syringes are useless
Tchh Tchh Tchh
Can someone tell him the man in the photo that I am going to sleep that I just need a warm hug to rest that I just need one last fucking kiss
Gulp
Gulp
that I miss him so much...
Gulp
I miss him so mu-
Gulp
Gulp
Gulp
Gulp
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Written By August
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AUTHOR'S SPACE
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So this time, I tried to do something new and I was really looking forward to writing something on the complexities of urban relationships, how drugs and bad addiction can cause troubles, and affect your relationships and sanity.
The story in the poem is about a woman in 30s who is trying to overcome the grief of her lost lover and husband, but like any other couple, they used to fight. They failed to separate their life problems with their personal problems.
