Month: January 2014

FROZEN

Frozen

If I were the ice
and you were the sun
I would
drip
until there was nothing left 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

Apetite

If I starved myself of food
I would never feel empty
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
awake 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
and harboring nothing
– absolutely nothing –
of the sort.

We survive
possessed by impression
and ruined by greed.

We launch
propelled on
and upward
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

 

You
can shut me out
all you like
but the windows
to your soul
remain wide open,
and I,
the great visionary,
can 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