To have them tattooed on me—
I'm tempted.
Those sort of tears belong to me.
They suit me.
Like that black tie on my dazzling white shirt,
shelled in that retro-shaded tuxedo.
Like Da Vinci’s paint splashes on canvas.
Like the inappropriate smile
on Patience on the monument’s face.
How can you smile at grief
yet still look sane and pretty?
How can you look at your own reflection and sob?
Patience and I react differently to situations.
I tear out of accomplishment,
rip from emotion—
turgid with pride
in sheer resemblance.
Our own tale of the Phoenix.
From my ashes sprouts you,
my son.
Our souls synapsed
in your mother’s oven.
I’m convinced—only my ingredients were used.
Telepathy that exists only between us.
I could hear your voice before you could speak.
My chords struck your eardrums
and played a familiar tune.
Such connection—like Jesus in God.
Oneness 101.
And you ask me
why I have tears on my cheeks?
It’s love manifesting—
becoming just more than a feeling.
Like you,
my son—
love that took form.
About the Creator
Mischief Muchaneta
A geek but I turn green when I write. I dabble in short prose and poetry. A quiet STORM…
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Killing him slowly
There’s an intruder in my house again. He stumbles through the door, wet carrier bags in hand. He’s bought me offerings. I show my appreciation, letting him caress my beautiful body. He wants to touch me. I rub myself against his legs. He sighs, dropping the bags. He can’t resist touching me. Running his hand slowly down my spine, I arch my back towards his caress, let out a low purr. It’s what we both need.
By N J Delmas2 days ago in Horror
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Your poetry is a beautiful exploration of the human experience. The way you weave emotions and imagery together is simply enchanting. Each piece invites us to see the world through your eyes, sparking joy and reflection. Please continue to share your amazing talent; it truly uplifts and inspires!
Very interesting!