Prolific bliss...

Our bond has been an upward spiral, intertwining love and lust. 

Its scent individualistic, causing nausea to most yet euphoria to many. 

As it burns into my oblivion I breathe, digesting its soul, as it takes me on a mental voyage into the sublime… Floodgates open, conversations deepen, my subconscious overridden with heightened sensations. Flying, yet floating above the clouds im wrapped in a warm charm, slowly drowning me into delirium. 

In time it blends to become the world I know and i cry as i watch its remains float away into nothing…

Beyond words, beyond music, worn and torn through,

I lie in the half-light with memories of you.

In black, in depression, in the silence I stay,
I’m tired of this life; it just won’t go away.

Emotion drained,

All this anger leaves my soul strained.

Words cannot speak to me, I have too much to write

Too many wars to win; to many reasons to fight.

Empty like a grave just waiting to be filled with tears,

my broken soul drifts in a deep black abyss of desolation.

A prisoner within my own mind,

I can't see past the dirty memories
I  tumble into myself.

Whimpering from the searing pain as it burns its way through my heart,

I glimpse in the mirror 
 Crushed eyes define my torn insides,

they plead to acknowledge, the very question 

which lost its answer when the world went black;

Who are you Amman?

A Recent Hurt

Yajiv Rupak

His practice is deception

His smile, his charm, his friendship 

A demonic veil smothers his mind

While my happiness lays oblivious to such darkness

For months I dance in its joy

I become consumed in his world.

Just as my fingertips touch the edge of my dreams

It shatters to pieces

The scars beneath my skin surface

And the light shines through

As I come to realise…

What once felt like a blessing

Was indeed torture in disguise.

MOND, A, 'Writers Block', June 2008, Age 22

A Special Someone

Its in his eyes,

I don't know but its something,

It draws me towards him.

My mind is quiet; listening and absorbing

The sense of his existence excites me.

Deep within my soul, below the lovesick pain, 

I feel him present.

Nothing can disturb, something i can't explain,

It remains in my heart,

A desire never to be forgotten.

As if trapped

But not wanting to escape.

What up...

There is as much power in the unleashing as in the writing.