the banana, apple and orange

my reflection in darkness
anticipated a long night that’s starting
cannot unfocused my stare
the short hand reaches ten

scattered like my abandon things
so as my thoughts waiting to be cleared
the candle cries, its flames danced
illuminating with my labored breathing

I am getting lonely until I realized Ive got company
fresh, good looking, tempting me to death
should I consume these godlike goodness?
My heart sank with an unexpected hunger

how can I hurt?
here lay nature, unprotected
with an innocent yellow colored tenderness
like a shipwrecked, grounded in the sand

the citrus charm behind full of doubt
cannot protest nor move
in the presence of the rebellious reddish poison
they are building their undefeated confidence

with me, they bathe in shadow
yet beauty remains
even if their lives
sentenced in the most clever way

what a blessed courage, this I admire
in a wooden platform I let them rest
the banana, apple and orange
will wait until morning.

Copyright 2009 Micgui

Another Unworthy Emotion

I’m still lost
as something flashed
a moment
that never should have happened
a hurt that have opened my eyes

it is usual for me
to cry until morning
but the subject is unexpected
my eyes burn
together with the images

the food mocked me to pieces
starring for hours
it became tasteless
I left the table
blankly starved myself to death

I stood up
I live as always
but everything is dead
my heartbeat, no meaning
I wish I am numb enough not to feel the hole

love is real
but I have learned, so as hate
much stronger? Or something contagious
such as fear?
Under this change I’m starting to get afraid

I dreamed
of all the good things filled with hope
now it’s gone
crashing in chaos
as each word continuously echoes in my head

after three months of dreaming
I will leave

Copyright 2009 Micgui

Pulse

hard bound metal pulse
a round ball spinning boldly
a longing for life
so much for deaths side effect
but death do not exist only suffering

my mind could have been cleared
in each stuffed pain alienated
twisted i landed flat
in each fatal movement
of the see saw in my head

anybody could have tasted
terrorized smoke coming
a thunder in the middle of summer
in blackened chimney
of one’s illusion of good

artificiality is impossible
with this invisible fatal wound
i am human
dawn breaks, my vision still blurred
frozen tears are yet to melt

no sense
talking about this pain
but im helpless
seeking refuge in a cruel hammer
i just wish it is easy to sleep…

Copyright 2009 Micgui

friday night

quarter to eleven,
the clock shouts, mounted on the lonely wall
it takes time to befriend the couch again
there is no comfort on what I’m missing.

the television speaks itself,
when flashing arguments murmured,
something, unclear to me.
a killer boredom on the move but useless.

I cannot resist to reminisce,
as I left him earlier this afternoon
Any space do not exist
But still triggers loneliness.

so I close my eyes, felt his kiss,
as I trapped myself in his arms, not wanting to depart
the moment evolve, undefeated
chaotic, yet I’m at peace.

my mind never tires.
in this hopeless mess
I’m in
until two am
and still not done
the Friday night, moved
to early Saturday restless morning
a product of nearly two weeks of silence.

Copyright 2009 Micgui