JLT

A red cushion,
A streak of olive and a splash of orange

Two cups of tea,
A pinch of cinnamon and a dash of cardamom

A bookmarked page,
The perfect scenario in an imperfect story

A playing tune,
Your fingers strumming and my lips humming

The grass so green,
Tickles my toes and soothes my fingers

The beaming rays,
Sunblock and all the other essentials,
An afternoon well spent!

Battlefield

I stood there, with dust covering half my face and a tattered white cotton dress barely covering my body. Exhausted by everything around and fatigued by even the slightest movement of breath, I walked the steps down, in the hope to gain some leverage to my pains but four steps far, I collapsed.. like a deadbeat body hitting the floor, my legs gave away to the weight of not my bones and flesh, those held no value at this point, but to that of the pain my heart and truth my soul was carrying. I looked for solace around me, a wall to lean on and embelish my sorrows within but it felt like everything was death, unattainable and unreachable.

Your footsteps felt like piercing petals.. I know it's you but the feeling of not being alone has etched a dark corner in my mind that it trusts no one but itself. I smell the blood stains coming from your jacket, I feel the trembling of your scared hands, I hear the gunshots coming from your ears, yet, I look into your eyes and still the treacherous game of politics is still being played. I lay my head on your shoulder and slip my arm behind yours, curling my fingers into yours. Your fingers shy away from holding mine, your pulse runs back to your heart and refuses to meet mine.. and then I feel the deep gash in your hand. I try to move more in, but you only allow so much and I realize that at this moment, I'm not only with a man that I oh so deeply love, but with an army of ideas and a crusade of emotions of which only I am one small part of. I realize my destiny in this passing moment, and you realize your fortune.

Caffeine Fix

A cup of coffee.

My heart still trembles thinking back to your words
and the mind quivers at the thought of all the
possibilities that have now revealed themselves.
Why did I think so much? Why did I not think at all?
The questions stand far away now and the answers
all so close. This could be the new beginning,
this could be a fresh start. But wait, don't close
the door behind! The feeling tastes like a lemon tart,
anxiety garnished with confidence. The skies ablaze,
welcoming the storm, rounding the rain and then coming
up for a breath of sunshine. I want to collapse at your
feet. I have to take the plunge yet it all keeps me afloat.
We'll walk says the wise man, we'll swim the seven seas
in pursuit of that island, and then we'll live.
Living a little for you will be death for a part of me.

As it all drowns.

In a cup of coffee.