fatalpoetry

I have returned to the SG troop after a few years hiatus & its good to be back. Although my previous sojourn was more of an accreditation in the means of exploration, I hope to meet more people this time around. I would like to say "hi" to anyone reading this & I hope to talk to you one day soon.
I write poetry nonstop. At 3AM, 5AM, 1PM; you blink and you miss a pen stroke. Here are two of my latest, inspired from the sorrowful and lamentable practicioners of Seppaku.

+ Dying Beautifully +

Seppaku
This beauty is fatal
As blossom pedels bleed
Gracefully you fall
Your hands are cold
Purity in your heart
Your words are poetry
And your eyes to me indifferent
Your touch is painful artistry
Our kiss is ambivalent
Silence between us
Our lethal congress
With Seppaku you possess
Alone, cold, my caress.


+ The Etiquette of Commiseration +

Proud shall you make me
But lovelorn do your words leave me
I can smell the flowers in your hair
And taste the sadness you leave behind
Agleam you forever have been in my eyes
You cannot know my love for you
For it is ceremoniously forbidden
Daggers pierce my heart
As you close your eyes
Your tears shall remain with me
As we depart at sunrise.