Month: January 2014

FROZEN

if i were the ice
and you were the sun
i would

drip

un

til

there was little of me
but a reflection of you
in my puddle
.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 12 January, 2014

HOLOGRAM

 

you could be
nothing more
than a hologram
and I would still
feel your touch
upon my soul

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 12 January, 2014

APPETITE

If I starved myself of food
I would never feel
e m p t y
because someone
with a taste for beauty
made you delicious

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 12 January, 2014

SOCIETY

We
rush recklessly forward
in awkward sentient colonies
blinded
by self-preservation
and fragility
consumed
by regret
and indecision and
burdened by lust
(shadowy voyeurs that we are)
and
in unreasonable haste
by misunderstanding.

We awaken

sleeping
powered
(faultlessly)
by emotion and media:
desperate
to get ahead of change
before change changes.

We push
almost silently alone
– forgivably selfish –
and factory bred to be unaware
of what to ignore
drowning ourselves in excuses
and reasons to find them
and
searching for peace
but harbouring nothing
– absolutely nothing –
of the sort.

We survive
possessed by impression
and ruined by greed.

We launch
propelled onward
and up
finding any description that fits
to fit
calling it ‘destiny’
(the time we have left)
oblivious
that time exists
nowhere
but in the moments that we hurry
now
(society, that is)
in droves
to pass on by.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 11 January, 2014

SHUTTERS

 

shut me out
all you like
but the windows
to your soul remain wide open
and i
the great visionary
see everything contained within
beyond them

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 10 January, 2014

SUPPORT

 

I
despite my distance
refuse to let you drift alone
morphing
in my own subtle way
into the very raft
that keeps you dry

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 10 January, 2014