Jaachi Writes

POEM 331: NO GREATER LOVE If I could have just one wish, I would wish to drift into slumber with the sound of your breath on my neck, If I could have a second wish, I would wish the warmth of your lips tattoo the signature of affection on my cheeks, If I could have a third wish, I would wish the touch of your fingers do to on my skin, what Beethoven did to piano keys, If I could have a fourth wish, I would wish your heart beat, with mine, sync but what wish would fantasies fathom, knowing that I could never find these things, with anyone other than me? so here I am, in bed with me, my breathe rolling off my nostrils, unable to reach my neck my lips pout in mock kisses, unable to paint blushes on my cheeks my fingers tickle my thighs, and trace the magic lines on my palms heart in sync with the music in my head, no greater love than this, that I have, for me #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading?  Please leave a comment and share with friends.  Thank you!  

POEM 330: IF EVER I DANCE If ever, I find time and courage, to dance in public stare I'd dance artlessly, without particular grace or skill, but with reckless abandon and orgasmic enjoyment, oblivious of peering eyes, jeering peers, and lips in sneeriness Until that fateful day, when I shall mock my stiff bones, with the intention of silly merriness, proudly, I remain my best mirror dancer ever. this is not a poem call it whatever #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading?  Please leave a comment and share with friends.  Thank you!  

POEM 329: CAPtured a boy walked into a silent house,  with walls made of mirrors he sees himself in four cardinals, a waste a naught a south a hiss though, his reflection, none seemed at peace, the echoes of his memories, a distant scream his demons, the four of them, they smiled at him, when he tried a grin, but when he let out a stifled laughter, a boy would not understand, why four demons wore a frown. a boy could hear ghostly giggles, interrupt his thoughts he reaches for his large ears, and shuts out the giggles, but his demons, all four were akimbo grinning at him. strengthening the crooked thoughts that clogged his mind, a boy fought hard to own his soul, a battle he have ne'er won, this battle could be his last a boy glanced about four cardinals, not one, of all four demons, wore a cap, instantly he realized, he'd turned the battle upside down, against the impostors on all sides, he let out another string of laughter, adjusted his papa's cap, and said goodbye to the

POEM 328: I KILLED A BABY FLAME this is a sad tale, on the day that marked my tenth year on this ever-spinning ball of life, on the table, sat a cake in the similitude of book, shaped 'make a wish', they said, I leaned over, all set, my lips broke in tiny smile curves, and the words streamed down like rain from rusty rooftops I made a wish, and stared at the flame dancing recklessly, beautifully, on the tip of a yellow candle, I told the candle flame I loved it and killed it in the same breath that night, I died with her, every flicker of light in me, like vapour in the wind, found their way into oblivion adieu, baby flame #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading?  Please leave a comment and share with friends.  Thank you!  

POEM 327: THOUGH WORDS FAIL ME I elbowed literature out of my way when I saw her flirting with you, as if I wasn’t also capable of thrusting prose and poetry with the vigor of multiple muses evanescent thoughts tried to pull you away from my plots, but like the fleeting glimpse of sunset, I froze every moment with a line, in a verse, of a poem so with these quill, grasped by my trembling fingers I began shifting letters and rearranging alliterations along our affection, to draft love letters with fancy end-rhymes for all to see that, though words fail me, and my voice take an unannounced leave, I can outsmart literature's ephemeral thrill and row this boat of words on relentless seas until shores appear, not farther away, from the day we matched word for word, with wordless whispers words we wouldn't say. #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading?  Please leave a comment and share with friends.  Thank you!  

POEM 326: SELF LOVE dear me, hidden in shared words and synced thoughts, everything finds purpose in your embrace, warm melodies from my heart flow into your ears, do you love my funny dance steps? I won't stop till I get enough, I can't get enough like constellations in outer space, you feel every vacuum, falling in place reaching beyond our reality, and rehearsing unlearned verses of our fantasy, I willingly, shall collapse into dreams borrowed and in the loamy of your affection, burrow until I'm many inches deep into you until I become one with you, ne'er will I give up on you with love, yourself. #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading?  Please leave a comment and share with friends.  Thank you!  

POEM 325: FISHES IN THE RIVER "there are many fishes in the river",  grandpa hummed. just yesterday, ese left my outstretched arms, hanging in the air, like a rag hanging out to dry the river was as long as Nile, grandpa loved fishing, he grabbed a hook knotted the line, dropped the sinker, bait strapped to the hook, grandpa hummed,  "there are many fishes in the river..." I told him, the tragic tale, of how ese made her hair into a ponytail, I told him the sun was going down, when ese, took my love to town grandpa hummed "there are many fishes in the river, son, go fish on the other side" his countenance, emotionless, a wry smile  played hide and seek, on the corner of his lips but who wants date a fish? ese was gold, a gem, my treasure chest of everything bright and beautiful sun sets on her eyes and rises on her lips stars twinkle in her voices and music is native to her kiss, I do not understand why mortal me would dine with a fish when ese, the goddes

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POEM 324: 19 VERSES OF SORROW i still dream about my lover crossing 7 rivers on her old boat, rowing ripples of sorrow, formed by droplets of tears that moon-walked down her cheeks, like silver lines in dark clouds running like water fall, down a hill, falling with deep sighs, with each clock tick every drop into the river sings a song as she rows along: 'take me deeper than my fears/ do not taste like my tears/ fare me well to yonder shores/ do not draw me to his voice' too late there were days of sunshine and plenty, when the wind was art and poetry, how much of him was loved? there were days when rain was heavy, when affection was your vanity, how much of him was loved? now, by untamed naivety and itchy ears of the gullible laity, you laid off, like Jonah, the plot of your journal, tell me, how far are you from where he drowned? not long, yet you miss him sore? for along you row, deep he sank and swam, calling and pleading and hoping you'd, for past's sake, heed but

POEM 323: THE CIRCLE OF LIFE chickens still wait for corn by the door of my granny's kitchen, where sun once rose with a daughter in skin of gold, and set with a son, with silvery dreams little girls still dance in twilight, clad in the nakedness of innocence, their chests bare, where breasts ought to be, their scarves wild, flowing in the wind and their voices climb palm trees, in a bid to beat the boys to their dreams. little boys form a group of toughlings flooring the other in smart fast moves, wrestling for fun, and raising dead dusts, dusts of their forebears, who warred, and set boundaries they'd grow up to meet: and then forget unwritten bro codes, forge new laws and grow cold, act brave and grow old... watch dreams fade into the dark and the song of wasted years punctuated with short sighs shall form a new language that tumble down our throats, tasting strange, yet worth the dirge after all adieu is the song, and the circle goes on, life #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #S

POEM 322: NUMB COLOURLESS DIRGE your voice is monotone, I can no longer hear the sunlight warmth in it. your touch is monochrome, I can no longer feel the musical touch in it. your love is now a tomb, I can no longer see the life of affection in it. #364DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading?  Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you!

POEM 321: LETTER TO CUPID please cupid, take your ageless arrow fit it in your ageless bow and shoot your gift of affection right through my turgid heart: then, tell me a story about "flaccid thereafter..." and when you're done painting pages of sorry stories, with the crimson tears of my bleeding heart, gather your arrows, like woods for a campfire, break your bow, and strike a match, watch the flames of us reach unto heaven, and then, hide your baby face in shame. #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading?  Please leave a comment and share with friends.  Thank you!  

POEM 320: WHAT IF? What if my mission is to disturb the comforted  and comfort the disturbed? What if my mission is to sadden the happy  and excite the sad? What if my mission is to relieve the burdened  and burden the relieved? What if my mission is to remember the forgotten  and forget the remembered! What if my mission is to love the unloved  and unloved the loved? What if my mission is to free the enslaved  and enslave the free? What if I am the reverse of everything? What if? #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading?  Please leave a comment and share with friends.  Thank you!

POEM 319:  LET ME STARE AT YOU I'm a poet, I have the license to stare at anything, anyone, and write what I see, anytime, anyhow If I'm staring at you, I'm not being rude, I'm trying to decide if you need to go in a book. If you're a silly sneaky snot, I may be trying to decide how to kill you in the poem. Nay, not wickedness in high places, it's tale-bearing in sweet verses. And if I shake my head at you, just know you'll just be a Passerby, in the verse, second place, after verse two Or if I smile at you, dame, just know you're an angel in my next poem. everything is a story untold: your smiles, your snores, your sighs, your sneers, so come float by, all of you, let me stare at the sight of you and write on your skin the thoughts you'd ne'er spill let me be your voice when hurt snap your vocal chords, so much you can't feel the.music that accompanies thunder and lightning. let me paint your thoughts on the canvas of memories until your pas

POEM 318: ERROR 404 when I had an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired, I searched your heart for a name that tastes like mine: 'Page Not Found' met my eyes #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading?  Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you!