this moment will
without you
slip away from me
drowning
as I feared, alone
in a raft made for two
oars afloat
beyond my cramping fingers
and nothing but my shadow-self
will be revived
© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 13 June, 2016
Here, the last moment,
time stealing that now as well . . .
no tock to the tick.
© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 13 June, 2016
There you were: that sky,
that breeze, those fluffy white clouds.
Now, here comes your rain.
© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 13 June, 2016
I have
once more
jailed my vision
splicing diamond-cut thoughts with this
cross-bred and violently bleeding doubt that
feeds from the stomach and shreds the sanest of minds
It is here this rampant indecision
squawks in wordless tongue, lashing
its disposable fancies
(arrow-tipped precision)
at my shaking core
bowels emptying
alongside any creative thoughts of semblance
Now all that is left to bear witness: a sweaty palm or two
– and silence –
as the webbing of my fingers um and ah
hovering like midnight fireflies
over the speech-impeded womb
of my QWERTY keys
And, inside, I hear laughter
© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 13 June, 2016
Piece by formless piece of me
compose of new desires –
write me back to life before my hope
deterred
retires
Inflate my heart until it finds itself
in soothing flight –
sprout for me the wings I need
to beat its rhythm right
Expand my lungs to fill with life
and bleed this void no more –
to breathe ambition in until
it seeps from every pore
Expression-fill my written words
in storms to self-empower –
for in this silent wash of time
perspective leaves me sour
Find within my shadows
proof of flawless, lustrous light –
elucidate my purpose
forming day from cloudy night
Write of peace, a balm
to heal my bleakly fractured power –
a vision
rich
to seed and plant
and soon – I hope – to flower
Inspire my eroding soul
with passion to ignite –
a reason to awaken
fresh
with fervour to incite
Harmonise expression
to unlock what I admire –
write me back to life before I
sadly
might expire
© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 13 June 2016
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