INCONSOLABLE WORDS // A Z

in ,

I wonder if you knew that
your eyes flicker and fade a red light district red or
that your kiss had a sting to it like tasting a battery.
left to my mangled temple. you've run
our cataclysmic love into the ground.
your jaded demeanor leaving me doors
to unlock even after your gone.
I was your sadist's wet dream.
A psychotics feast.
Armageddons deep blood swirls in my head and
plays its sacrificial drums.
You’re an undiagnosed mental patient.
A death row reject
and I’m drenched in your serial sarcasm fallacies
and wry empathy.
My superfluous soul sinks into a void
as I shower your vagabond caress
with sin clogging up the drain.
My intrepid demon. You've ended me
when I would be ruined for anyone else.
A lust-soaked infatuation.
Honey lip drips that tell me you’re too sweet for me.
There’s a dark solitude that comes with being so broken and lost.
Late at night across a canal I would be another Jane.
A soul you've feasted and consumed only to move on.
Your absent eyes sewn shut.
Your hash mouth fucked twice.
I'm released from my choke chain
but freedom has a severe price
but slavery is a cold slimy processed hell.
Chaos from the devil.
Silence from above.
If I grieve myself into a grave,
would death soothe my rolling soul
or mock my flesh into decay.
I’ll meet you once more
under gods wrath and
malevolent gaze that might condemn us
both to hell for eternity but together again.

THE WORLD IS BUT TWO WORLDS // WAFA AL-ALAWI

in ,

The sight of your sole presence sends me into a deep condition of paralysis
And the smallest one of my particles becomes struck by you
And I move into a realm of silence that is disturbed by your short sentences
Silence takes over the room, the house, the town
And I swear, sometimes ..
I cannot even hear my own heartbeats
Buried under all of these layers of the things you make me feel
And I wonder if my living corpse has stropped breathing

My voice
It trembles in my chest
It moves up then goes down
It travels through dark cities and many winters
Failing to reach you
It moves up and goes down to die away
And my lips are hot, chapped and shut
By the realities and the rugged distances that keep my existence away from yours
The thoughts that fight each other in the depths of my skull
Are the only activity left in my world, my science, my anatomy
And I wonder
I wonder
What is it in you that hardens the tenderness I have for you inside of me?
What part of you has conquered all parts of me?
I wonder if the world we live in is but two worlds
One for you and I occupy the other
Kept from you by unreal borders of reality
And I wonder
I wonder
And I fall
I break and I am buried
Under the helplessness of my situation
My dainty exterior, my faulty interior
And my anxiety
And I wait
In my chair
I wait and wait
For you to touch me.

THE BATHROOM SCENE // SAEED

in ,

Once loved
Once worshipped
This is no birth, but an abortion
Once in fear,
But I am here.
I promise you now I am the man I’ve always been
My pride and glory I resent
But a fall of a man is so sincere
Let me not take a moment now to make it clear,
For I have embodied a man of truth
Madness and truth had me screwed.
I’m shot in the back of my head by an imbecilic reflection of mine.
I’m standing on the other side of glass masked in mockery.
In absolute redemption and tears
But this is a fall of Man
A fall of man and the rise of God,
To that we are brought down for the sake of his floating on the surface
And this is the fall of Man, turned into God’s glory.
This is the fall of man, I am not sorry.