A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)


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Stalemate

Yes, I dared.
To speak.
And more.
To act as well.
Upon them words.

Caught you unawares, I know.

Still, what matters
Is this.

Caught your eye.

Didn’t I just!

Your move, mate.

And see if I’m not
Prepared.

I’m game.

The game.

It quite devours. Does it not?

Done. Dusted. Or not.
And then we wonder
What the eff just happened!

11 February, 2017
Online, on traitorous thoughts of trivialities tending to tempt tantrums 😛
Go figure. 😛 

 


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Un(en)titled As Yet

Plucking formless shapes
From the angst within
Giving them names
Fond, obsessive-

You’re by far the favourite.

shard

I tell that particular
Jagged shard
With his name on it.

You shall forever be
Impaled in my heart.
Try as I might
I know I’ll never
Be safe, without you.

To let you go,
Would bleed me
Lifeless.

And with you-
Within-
That slow poison
Of your affectation
Would consume
Any life

I could own.

And yet, Am I?
Am I not?

I am lost.
Without you.

5 January, 2017

Online, because them words demand my attention 🙂


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Coming Up For Air

That cloud burst.
Aeons worth of vagrant
Intangible, angst-ridden
Thoughts, condensed
On knots of pain.

The dam burst.
Brimming over,
Churning, pushing
Through
Them angst-ridden emotions.

Washed away.
Submerged.
Fighting, to hold on.

Till I finally
Said.
Or did they?

Let go.

LET GO.

I did.
Rootless, wild
Thrashing, calming.

I let go.

And just like I knew.

I was finished…

21 September, 2016


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One Day

And just when bone deep exhaustion

In my soul clamours for a break from it all…

A gusty wind picks up, and whooshes through

The curtain, that partly opened window;

The one I tried to shut. Tight.

And out billows tendrils of not just

My stringy hair…

But labored threads of threatening thoughts.

The “What If”s, the regrets, the tiny tenacious lichen-like

Scabs of memories. Of another day.

This gutsy gusty thing. I wish I could be it.

Someday.

23 July, 2012


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Angst – a Jorio

Bottled emotion spills over
Wild eyes, aflame, errupting
Then sizzling, stinging, hurting
Into icy pearls, unforgiving
17 January, 2012
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A Jorio is cuboid writing, four lines, four words on each line, on a theme. More explanation on the form, with the previous and debut Jorio here 🙂