Broke into the house of expectationsTo escape the battles that robbed meFollowed the shadows of past loversLet everyone I worshipped abandon meTortured the artist who stained my skinRemedial like the ferris wheelMy soul won’t reincarnate Apocalyptic Earth splits into crumblesNurtured and shaped a soul that wasn’t mineTo announce the arrival of springFixed the shallow pool of tearsTo terminate the heartache it caused meCrafted the tales into a legendLet everyone I loved demolish me Accused the saviour of false heroismUnfaithful like the zodiac starsMy soul won’t be convicted Tragic mind will drown in the holy riverChased the clouds to the end of the rainbowPainted the walls black to conceal my intensionsFell from the edge of the Earth, in his arms I layWith a tattoo on my skin, that said God Is Gay
Vanshika Dhyani
She was beauty and intelligence stitched together with no seams She lived in a world with no difference between reality and dreams Excellence as habit, she was much more than simple flesh and bone She walked in the way that forced her presence to be known If I viewed the world in melody, she is the only one I would see She could conquer that world in a day and still have time for tea Soft lips curved in confidence spilling sweetness with every breath Ideas remaining and growing even after the revolving dance of death Fingers curled with the power of creation and the ease with which it came She sat upon a throne as a queen playing the world like a simple game She was fire and laughter and the warmth both of them brought She made the idea of perfection appear as a simple afterthought Her body danced with the tidal currents of marvelous desire She could reach the sky in a day and then push on even higher She was the best getting better, the absolute antonym of threshold The words she wrote were gilded, laid heavy with amber glow gold She was one of very many and yet, she was the only one of them all Her taste made my mouth water, her effect hit me harder than alcohol She was quality and substance, an actual angel in every way real Her word was solid, it was a better guarantee than a devil with a deal She was better than just human, more like power that has taken shape and form And I the lucky one who holds her close, feels her heartbeat quicken like a storm
Hubert Martin