Monday, November 1, 2010

Confessions of a lonely heart

My heart sliced open on arms
I once trusted to care
Waiting for a heart transplant
Between these cold walls, I see you

Flaunting, passing fake smiles
Hiding true hurt inside
Taking sides with hate
Sharing your love with strangers

I have myself become, as one
Foreign in a land
Where I stood hailed and gloried
When love used to flow

Like streams
that promised no drought
Doubt now fills a heart that looks upon these barren lands
Hope hangs as a dirty apron
From trying to bake
our future out of wrong ingredients

Cakes tasting sour
I should have known that wasn't sugar
Calling me "sugar"
Didn't prove a sweet taste after all
From these emotions
Falling, just to fall again

Pulling a straight face
Yet still not facing straight
Into heart matters, denial my new religeon
I seek redemption from such ills I feel inside

Oh how I long for the up and downs
I prefer we fight loving
For in this state
Heart indicators show a straight line

Your love will have to strike back
Like the earthquakes
To resurrect this lonely heart
Or better yet let me die in peace

Of knowing loving me you still do
Just no longer in love to do


  1. group poetry could expel loneliness.

    divine piece
    keep shining.

  2. A great verse. I enjoyed it very much. Thanks for sharing...

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
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  3. When love's sweetness goes sour, loneliness and rejection seize full power, until you can breathe again. I feel the pain in this poem. Great job.

  4. "Hope hangs as a dirty apron
    From trying to bake
    our future out of wrong ingredients"
    this is awesome
    wonderful image

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