Month: May 2017

PILLAGE (HAIKU)

Take anything, but.
Kill every emotion, twice;
just leave me my heart.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 31 May, 2017

NON-SENSICAL (HAIKU)

Alphabet pain, this.
Loops, lines, and curls without form:
writer’s block puzzles.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 31 May, 2017

BOOK SAUCE (HAIKU)

Taste of me, these words –
a conundrum to lick clean.
Tongue hungry, I write.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 31 May, 2017

SHATTERED (HAIKU)

Heart made for loving:
broken pieces raining down.
Here comes a new storm.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 31 May, 2017

HOSTILE

Your heart is a no man’s land, and
you have fornicated, battle-ready,
with countless minds; The Art of War
alive in your apathetic stare,
a ghostly Sun Tzu in your shadow, and
its pages falling like poetry from your face

Yet, like a Viking, you roar,
axe in hand to slaughter dreams and cut ties;
no art, no honour, and just half the warrior
you claim to be – the septic engraver of
bloody runes and headstone eulogies –
Norse winds carrying the poetry I write of you:
it’s pages never to reach your crimson eyes

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 27 May, 2017

TE WAIRUA FREE (‘The Free Spirit’)

My spirit needs mending but I have
no coloured thread
to darn these fraying burdens

The eye of this needle lay gaping and empty
and I am standing on its edge ready to fall through;
a knot to my ankle and my fast surrender
and I’ll fly deeply in to weave new dreams:
a fresher self with perfect stitching
– an un-perished disaster –
still surviving in spite of her erupted soul

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 19 May, 2017

PURPLE HEART

My posthumous heart
declares no life without you,
yet, the holding of my breath
to mark your absence beats it louder;
and as I listen to every bloody word
it whispers in my ears,
I wrap the sound around me
like your missing arms,
and
count
each
pulse
until my vitals fade,
wondering if you will ever rush
like this intimate moment,
to tend to my starving needs again.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 17 May, 2017