Playing chess with my heart

look, I love the earth but I reject the heartbeat

It’s beat me up fair and square leaving me near dead

At least my one has had its fair share

fair share of tears shed

My oh my

if you`re reading this, it is too late

They lied to us

A heart is there to pump blood

These blood sucking villains

Pointing fingers and crowning me victim

I took a metaphor too serious they say

And so I was naive they say

How else can I explain myself

believe myself,

that the heart were some muscle of love

love love love, what does that even mean, love?

I luv you. Its not you upsss

I don’t love you, crushing, only to be crushed

Crushes my spirit time and time, over and under the bus

Its cuffing, but only to pump and dump

no one told me this was just a game?

Why didn’t you tell me this was a fowl play?

just to thunder down every heart-beat within me after lighting my world?

you could have as well ripped the blood pumping muscle and the cords?

Everything is just a game to you judging by your words

Once I learn the keycodes you are dummed

Tell me who made the rules loom?

just to keep us begging for some ambigous amount of affection

They told us till death do us apart, what happened to that?

not till your balls circumvent the blue,

not till the papers divorced the two

I’m confused

You swore you’d save me, we’d make it out of the castle conjoined

Just to defect, diverge, depart, divorce, you scum

a venturesome act of leaving me, is not nearly close to a tradeoff

I can only imaging, how much pleasure you derive from sucking another soul you know?

You are a villain and I the victim but under freewill I’d turn the tables around you know?

I must say your competition is one without remorse

I mean look what you’ve caused?

Heaven on earth for one, whilst I set the table for two

I feel scammed

A whole generation longing for a crumb of human dignity

Even worse, I catch myself becoming a scammer

Guess what? you’re an object to me now

Remember its a mere metaphor now

You win hearts over and reshuffle them like cards

In a system that is only just for a few breeds

the white male, and sometimes the dark mates

you’ve left us all no choice than to become breadwinners

I mean, how did you think this was going to unfold?

Even those “good ones” that engage in this prisoners dilemma for years

I see them, they come out with nothing but venge

look, I love the earth but I reject this heartbeat

At least my one does not seem at ease with the options that are rendered

Perhaps, its not the heart that is faulty and gendered

Perhaps its the people who are close to the heart

What happens if the queen moves away

far from the king

will I finally check mate?

Going Through Phases

Dear Friend,

By now I’m hoplessly in love with you

But it’s not what you think

In fact, you don’t get to think

You don’t get to be weak

FYI, you missed the honeymoon

Pardon me,

not my active imagination bypassing all phases

boycotting the talking phase

just to get to the mature stage,

the secure love, my heart is singing eternal praise

Pardon me,

Not me making all life decisions in your name

It’s just this is a dream come true, such one, that need not come true

I long for you

but still I’m better off on the run from you

For I can barely handle this dream as it is,

what would be

if I had it in real

I’ll tell you what

I’d choke on words,

I’d swallow my thoughts,

I’d slip and fall just to see if I land right in your arms

I’d bruce my skin cause I can’t feel a pin

I can’t feel anything that is not you, its sereal

I’d bring you breakfast in bed

But whats beckon if you can have me instead

I’d kiss and bite, I’d pick a fight, I know its not right

No this is a conundrum

Let’s leave love in the dungeons

I mean I’d marry you in my head

and even there,

there’s not enough room for you my dear

So I’d rather be friends

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Paradoxical love

Paradoxical love

if radioactive was human, I’d be the blueprint

feverishly longing for you 

Due diligently praying for you 

Maybe my parade is all in your name

Maybe you can stop for me, just to say hey?

Our ancestors are plotting something that I am incapable of lurking 

But I don’t see the win on my side of the roof

I’m a fool for love, and time has proof

Yesterday morning I woke up, had you up in my brain

The facilities in my body guiding my heart where are they, like the membranes?

It’s been a while I’ve been wondering how your lips .. how both my lips on yours fit

How my hips fit, is there a spot for these chicks? right between your palms or in your face.

it’s been a while I’ve been wondering if we will ever meet again.

I wished upon the stars to find a soul like you, to find someone like me.

And now there may be a  “we”

Now I wish upon the stars to hold you in my arms

But even when love is 

I need to make sure there is no toxic in paradoxic. 

Although love feels like the latter, and more so than the former

They say once bitten twice shy, it’s made me greater 

I search my character for the poop every once in a while cause it’s true

paradoxical love, I spy you with my little eye 

If I hold you too tight I fear I’ll break you, 

if I give it away, you needn’t  grasp it, no force ought to cap it

If I keep you in me I’ll explode, if I put it out there I’ll lose hope 

All sensuality would be gone, hence all of you in my thoughts

If there’s an in-between remedy I seek to hear it from you 

Any prescription, potion I’ll drink  from you 

Cause the way I’m feeling. 

I lost Corin I can’t lose you too

4am at memory lane

This oozing breeze that I bred, I can’t quite lay myself to rest

heated, is the name of the convo between me myself and I

making me walk this lane, so late at night

I`m growning how inconsiderate?

cause my bed is made and I’m ready to lay in it

And my oh my, I could tell my mind was ready to move to the next mistake

yet here I am, oh hi Ted

you knew too well, nothing good ever happens after 2am

I wish memory lane was merely a pathway, the street to a shed or the highway

lane is a dungeon at the back of my head and ain’t no chance to hide away

Although I wonder

Be it my fondness for penpals or to what do I owe this itch to write you my heart ponder?

With no further delay, forgive my inner melee

I feel it is to you I seek to turn to today

And as though the imaginary pen tween my fist has put a spell on replay

“wingardium leviosa” classic potterian token .. *cough*

I would for once like to be brutaly plain-spoken

unaware of my powers I dived into a pool of naivity

It slowly revealed to me with a wink of an eye that I might need to pay in perpetuity

For if that’s settling, that was by no means close to my intentionality

Maybe Lover, all I disclaim is that you’ve enriched a great portion of my innermost integrity

Beyond knowance You’ve reinforced the self that I once lost in all haste to catapult a romance

you’ve opened my inner chakra, so on behalf of me myself and my inner trauma’s

These rambles are your’s to scramble through …

4am me loves you psssch!

Wild Child

Wild child step forward

You and your majestic vibration, I hail you

It stuns me how you grace this world with your ferocious smile,

How you raise the worlds percuit to run this mile

the spinning globe would revolve in slow mo if it weren’t for you love

Therefore the world revolves around you love

For who brings the fairytales to life, if not for your magestic flow?

They can’t embrace your rapacious appetite for unapologetic courageousness

Wild child realise that it’s your fortitude we appreciate,

Their miles wide gazing shoud not stop the chase

For how the world will dance a mediocre dance if it weren’t for your symphony

How worthy you are to a rip the fruits your rythimic heart has sown

Go get a taste of your wildest dreams,

Are you in wary of the backlash? So don’t be in a haste to agree with the unenlightened

Trust your dignitory award awaits you

It lays not in the hands of the temporal housekeepers

It lays not in the hands of the grazing sheeps

But in the hands of the Gods that applaud your deep-rooted complexion

I’D RATHER BE..

I TAKE DELIGHT IN BEING OBLIVIOUS.

SOCIAL SUBTERFUGE, THESE BLOODSUCKING VILLAINS

I’M A WALKING AMBIGUITY, RUNNING FROM ALL BIAS AMIDST

I FIND COMFORT IN BEING ABSTEMIOUS BUT THEY ALWAYS COME WITH THE “TEA”

BANTA, VENOM

I’M IN MY HIDEAWAY

I KNOW IT CASTS AWAY THE LIGHT BUT TO DISREGARD THE CROWD, I MUST

TO REINFORCES THE VISIONARY LINKS, I WILL

IF YOU DISENTANGLE MY WORDS, IT’S NOT THE CROWD, IT’S THE NOISE WITHIN THE CROWD

NO LONGER WILL I TOLLERATE THE NOISE WITHIN THE CROWD, I’M DONE.

@loveeiriny