Not My Body

The hearts pushing, the brain reigns,
The chest prison, with ribs for the cage,
Waiting for the veins to be replaced with some chains,
This husk is a collective but its shrinking with age.

The eye sees, but these aren't mine,
The wounds heal, but it wasn't with time,
Find inside yourself a weapon, to kill the butterfly's
The valor you exhibit will demand a sacrifice.

Stomach burns, for the wrong fuel,
The mind knows better but the heart rules,
Your presence, just its essence haunts the molecules,
And in turn that very essence turned me to a ghoul.

Cocoon

Take care in where you lay,
The soul alone is not fit to stay,
Time for change, reset the stage,
Tether up your fears at bay.
Hope to flee the fool that follows you,
Hide from your shadow in shade,
Blame the blackened form beneath you,
Come dusk even darkness will fade.
The core brought bare inside this garment,
Inside this armor assumed none would harm it,
Suit up and hope that its the last,
Hoarding power but shed just as fast.
Each chord that wraps will bind and blind,
Each layer will shield and save the soul,
Darkness is death or slumber or safety,
You're here because you lost control.

Destined for Thirst

You don't skip stones to make a splash.
My ideas we're never to meant make waves,
Doomed and destined to drown.
In this ocean of life, this ocean holds life,
The water's what weighs me down.

Silence from under the sea,
The lake, the pool, these bodies are everywhere,
There's a deeper silence in me,
Cant help but resonate cant be my destiny.

If all this space is a thief,
Take something important from me,
Its one and the same my defense and my weakness,
This Armour of loathing, i kneel to no king.
A garment of blue, an extension of self,
A self amidst an ocean of everything else. 

Red

Poems for people, 

Feelings are flaunted, 

The writer burns his words but does not feel daunted,

Pieces of past by which i'm still haunted,

Haunted until i saw red.

What it shoots from its quiver,

Would make a man shiver,

Left to crave or left for dead,

The arrow that pierced me was red.

Red hot the pyre of burning with desire,

A treasure trove, the definition of cove,

The veil had risen and covered me red.

A pipe dream by any means,

Just a name for crazy schemes,

The subject of the thoughts in your head,

And the brand that remained,

will stay when it's dead

The mark you left was red.

Lost rabbit's foot the game is over,

Rare to find an eight leafed clover,

Not something likely to get over,

The streak of luck was red.

Verses for the vexed,

An attempt at a hex,

A spell meant for love only ends in regret,

The meaning will bind you or leave you perplexed, 

Paradoxical and smothered in red. 

Art Credit: BeastySakura 

(http://www.deviantart.com/art/Lotus-Tiger-251834786)