Walking Dead

[anirbas]

A thick wall stands between us.
Crafted so carefully, I cannot even see it.
None the less, it is there. A silent foreboding mass;
an invisible force field, always up and in place.
I reach outward, to touch you, encounter
its shockingly palpable presence.

But I do not feel, what I seek-
the vibration of your heartbeat;
the heat of your skin; the texture
of your short cropped hair;
or your boundless spirit
beneath my exploring fingers.

Are you the walking dead, I wonder?
Vast unconquerable emotions hardened;
frozen, deeply chilled as a glacier?

Or am I? And the reason why
I cannot see through the wall-
is because of the shiny, new copper
pennies weighing closed
my own dead eyes?


Sabrina

[anirbas]

~Gag Ordered Darkness...

I hide my darkness...
I guard my pain,
like the precious
black diamond, it is...
No longer recounting
the sadness, that still
haunts the dark forest...
Touching only lightly,
upon the things
that haunt and plague me...
You can't handle my pain...
It will send you down the drain...
But, a lover of darkness, you must be...
As I watch you go in search of other's darkness,
to feel up, finger and touch, in admiration...

~Sabrina

[anirbas]

Stay Gone...

I've done this juke and jive...
This is a stumble bump tune, I should know well...
You slash without mercy and run...Then try to make
ryhme and reason of your class crass action...
To yourself, all yourselves in your head...
Whoever woke up in your noggin
on the wrong side of the bed,
that day...Garnering the hapless
attention of anyone vulnerable
enough to listen to your story...

I've done this juke and jive...
This false acknowledgement
and sentiment, you're
trilling, isn't getting
to me, anymore...
I've heard this song,
before...Just remembered,
I've heard it over and over...

Each and everytime,
just before you slash and run, again...

I'll not harbor anymore of your knives
bristling like the spines of a porcupine
from my back, my self-professed
friend...Besided, I've already got quite
the assortment embedded there...

I'm just gonna slip out the door,
in this trail of blood I've
already dripped and dribbled
in my wake, from the latest stake,
driven into my gullible backside...
Yes, gonna slip out the door,
make like a halfassed you...
I'm not gonna cut anyone...
I'm just gonna run, run, run...
But, when I finally run away...
I run to stay gone...

~Nir.