LOVE GAMES
In your eyes I found love.
Your pupils like that of a love-struck teenager with a crush.
A tantalising sparkle that made my heart rush.
Exciting tachycardia.
Banging heart exploding, near bursting as if a blood filled balloon.
His feet so tired and heavy weren't sporting his black jackboots, imagined they were ballet pumps.
Walking on air.
He realised his teacher cared.
These role playing games entranced them.
Long may they dance.
(c) Livvi

The feathers of these wings will not be plucked for your
satisfaction.
I need me.
-AL

Loud Silence

The beating of my heart has changed suddenly
Breath become anxious
Past has gripped over my realm,
one more time
There has been time when
I wanted nothing of past
I can remember myself claiming
"All I live, I live for now"
I am naive. I fail to judge myself
Had only love been some algebra!
Take me home through this lonely road
The yearning beats inside me
the heartbeat like never before
Why in future we dream
How do we live for now
When time and again past haunts us
If only love had been some equations
I sit by the corner,
which each day totally feels new
with my friends laughing over drinks and chicks
and I, laughing over tragedies
The beating of my heart has changed aggressively
maddening the evening
If only a phone call would clear away some sentiments
I lose myself every time
I give up so easily these days
It feels like all my energy is being spent only to
guard that small dark chamber
you created for me
to hide all that you left behind
Why is sun not bright enough all the time
and why do moon shines keep me awake
All I drink I drink for you
To fight with the world, kick myself out of here
To helplessly laugh at these ruins that never fades away
but stays there silently
like some war memoir
Shall I be proud for keeping you alive in memories
While I kneel down with this loud silence beneath

If I painted a picture of you
I think I’d call it Daniel and his Favorite Cigarette
and I’d delay passing the sugar
because you couldn’t wait four more seconds
for your daughter to finish her story.
I would buy all of the newspapers in town
with the crummy headline Fauster & Brown
Up in Sales for 3rd Week Straight and burn them
all the way through to the sports section
just to watch your favorite team’s numbers
go up in flames. I would rewrite
all those Father’s Day cards, remove the empty seat
in the third row on the left from my poetry reading
that I had reserved, stop putting new batteries
in the remote when you complains. But of course

I won’t. I’ll just make a scene at Sunday brunch
after we finish saying prayers to my dead big brother
at his grave, that dash like a tattoo on my bones—
Yes, Dad, I could have worn a tie
but I like the fact that I still smell like yesterday
cause I know my brother will never know
the scent of tomorrow. I will only curse
between sips of coffee and I’ll stroke my sisters hair
so she knows at least someone has been listening
these past ten years.

Someone once told you,
“Boys don’t cry.”
And for a while,
you believed them.

But like a flower,
kissed by the sun
and nurtured by the rain,
you opened yourself to the world.

And the world can be harsh.
Cloudy days can be cruel.
But if you wait for the sun,
I promise it will come back.

Your empathy may destroy you,
but that’s the price you must pay
to feel happiness and love
as deeply as you do.

And they will tell you,
“You are weak.”
But darling,
you are not weak.

And they will tell you
“You are less than.”
But darling,
you are more.

Boy who cries, you are beautiful.
But they will tell you
you are not.

Don’t listen.

If you accidentally
             fall out of love,
Do you just dive
                back in head first?
           Feet first??
                     Eyes closed???
        Cannon ball????
             Or
Do you walk away
       Cause you can't swim
And you're scared to death
                   of *drowning?????