Midnight

Visit my Facebook Page

The Human Torch

Visit my Facebook Page

She asked for it

https://www.facebook.com/PoemPerson

Poem Person now in stores!!!!

My first book is now in stores! With forewords from Gratiaen Prize winners, Vivimarie VanderPoorten, Sakuntala Sachithanandan, the book comes in hardcover and features 70 of my best work in poetry. The book is available at Barefoot and at ODEL. International/online purchases are possible at www.odel.lk (under the Shop More category).

That kind of loving

The razor wires you pull across my taught skin

are ripping it in places

allowing for jewels of my blood to bloom

and melt in the hazy atmosphere

dulled down by your smoke

I feel nothing as I watch you

Mark the paces in an abstract state of  mind

The shattered glass that is strewn around

Play the part of little mirrors

on which I see you, naked

Walk up to the antique ebony table and

Ease out a handful of black rose petals

From a very tall vase

And throw them up in the air like confetti

A celebratory mood

I moan

I shift on the cold cold cement

You turn on the radio

To some Etta James

and light a row of expensive candles

I can taste the pool of blood I am lying in

Face down

Happy Valentine’s Day,

You say.

P.O.V.

All my love

Bleeding and staining the sheets

Staining the walls

Bursting forth like poder puffs

Of deep red

In the dry air

Sweet to the tongue

Warm in your hands

Dripping

You thought I kiled you

I killed your freedom

I was like a fiend that stole into your garden

Crept under your walls

Manpulating

Twisting

Pure evil

In your selfish justifications

and self induced paranoia

A demon in your eyes

A creation of your fickle yet fertile

imagination

if you’d instead seen me for what I am

the one you grew to love

you might have saved us both

Closer

I will write the verses

I will sing the songs

I will play the drumbeats

Every tear must be a tear closer to where the tears will end

I will wash the dishes

I will switch off the lights

I will say the prayers like I always do

Every night must be a night that’s marked off the list of unknown nights

I will watch the stars fall

I will watch the tail lights fade

I will watch the last neon sign go off

Every dawn is a dawn of expectancy of being the last dawn

I will pray as faithfully as I have done

I will worship with my hands held high

I will believe fervently as I possibly can

Everything I ever believed in was a lie, so Jesus you better be for real

Poem Person

I am a poem person

Little verses

Not always making sense

Not always flowing

Not always connected

No end no beginning

Just a being

Fleeting

Pick me up now

read a few lines

feel the pain

tumultuous

or the mirth that bubbles

beneath

and if you dare

bring it all out to the surface

Think of me too much

and you’d disintegrate

Love me just a bit

and leave me wanting

Besides, you can always fold me up

and carry me in your wallet

because I touched you

somewhere you don’t understand

Big fat books are always left behind,

anyway.

September

I take a break

Get out of my seat

And take ten paces

Up and down this small room

Repeat

Happiness

Holding my baby

The smell of fresh milk

A little brown puppy

The feel of silk