Tag: Quotes

One more time…

​Another late night at the bar,

One too many whiskeys make me sway,

When I see someone who’s a familiar stranger,

After a glass of wine, she takes me to her place,

My hands move on her,

Trying to find some skin,

Maybe, Just Maybe it will feel like yours,

Her lips breath in mine,

Unable to bring this heart back to life,

She wants to switch on the lights,

But I’m afraid she won’t have your dark brown eyes,

I think as I lay beside her;

What have you made me?

Why haven’t you left me in all this time?

I just want to feel once more,

No more eternities, just one last time.

-thewanderingwriter

Stupid Heart…

​If only this fragile little heart

knew the language of lust.

But it’s nothing but a sentimental fool,

Craving for arms to hold it,

Dreaming about eyes it can wake up to,

Broken too many times, 

Taped, bandaged and ready to love again,

Writing poetries in a world full of dyslexics

Taking pictures, for a crowd that’s blind,

Why can’t it be flooded with lust,

Why can’t it just let it be,

Why can’t it just accept,

For some, forevers are not meant to be.

-thewanderingwriter

What we lost…

Another day just started,
And rather than waking up to my mama’s kisses,

I wake up to gun fires and blasts.

As my parents try to wrap things up;

Have you tried it?

To wrap your entire life in a small bag,

Wrap the memories you make,

The suppers you shared.

Because if you did you’ll know the pain I see in their eyes.

We run, like criminals.

Are we, or did you all make us?

What’s our crime?

That we are different, or we didn’t know our place?

You must have been a 5-year-old kid, 

Is this how you woke up? Then why us?

As the bullets nearly miss us, as we go days without proper food;

You pray to a God,

A God that I don’t think even exists.

Because if he did, he’ll tell what’s right and wrong;

But who cares about right and wrong, 

It’s all about power, money, and greed, isn’t it?

That makes you animals, and even they know when to stop,

But you won’t.

And as blood oozes out my head rather than my mama’s kiss,

Know this,

If there’s a god, I am gonna tell him what you all did.
-thewanderingwriter