Fake Bitch Bipolar

Fake Bitch Bipolar
Originally uploaded by loveless_blues.

Loveless

Then was different
Of different hue
And music.
The eyes spoke
Of liquid love
The leathery skin
A graveyard of memories.
There are holes
Where were pools.
Eyelashes flutter
Like bat's wings
Embers of selfness
Still smoulder
Unreturned love
Yet another cover
For bruised ego.

(The poem is mine; the picture has originally been uploaded by loveless blues on Flickr

The ramblings of a dysaphic

i´m feel
Originally uploaded by loveless_blues.

The ramblings of a dysaphic

(The picture has originally been uploaded by loveless blues on Flickr)

I have lost the tactile sense
The last time you met me
I could smell your hug
The fragrance has endured.
I keep raising my arms
Towards the rain-laden sky
But cannot feel the raindrops
On my outstretched tongue.
In the dewy winter mornings
My feet do not feel anything.
I try feeling the tenderness
Of the just opened lotus petals
With my senseless fingers.
I can sense the tingle of your fingers
On the shadowy curve of my back
Through their after-fragrance
You ran your fingers on my belly
I could almost hear their music.
I could hear your carbon smell
As the midday burnt your crackling back
When we lay, on the beach, oblivious
Of the crustaceans crawling around us.