Engine Oil and Smiles

You take your place inside me
and place your hand on my heart
You turn the keys and smile
as the beating slowly starts

You drive me up and down the roads
And don’t forget the walls
Even when I’m going crazy,
this trip ain’t bad at all

Through rain and sun, through thick and thin,
we both enjoy the ride
For nothing else matters,
only that you’re by my side

Neither engine oil nor gasoline
can push my wheels too far
But a single smile from you to me
is enough for this old car


 

Inspired by the prompt word of the day,  Drive.

Three Stages of Fury

Megaera

I see her, the epitome of beauty. She smiles, but not at me.

With every step she takes, my heart shudders.
With every laugh she makes, it bleeds.
With every smile, it yearns.

I have been watching her for almost all my years.
I have been with her through her sufferings,
her laughter and her joy,
her trials and her sorrow-
but why can’t she see me? I love her far more than he does.

Why didn’t she pick me? Continue reading “Three Stages of Fury”

Circle of Freaks

Harlequin

Decked in red and black, my weary heart laughs. It is not a happy laughter, but one full of bitterness and spite.
Donning clothes of bright scarlet, it hides the bleeding with its smiles. Masked with giggles and tricks and everything up its sleeve.
Draped in dark cloth, to hide the stains on its spirit. For this love is corrupted.
Delving into self-destruction, my broken heart laughs to itself. For this love is its doom.
For this love is its pleasure and its happiness and its insanity.

We do make a fool out of me.


Strongman

I know you can stand alone.
I always have.

But you see me as an obstacle to your freedom. You flaunt your so-called independence in front of me, in an obvious attempt to tell me that you exist as an entity beyond me. I got the message. You break off all bonds trying to keep yourself self-reliant. 

Well, I’ve had it with you.
You can be all strong and independent alone.

Why did you even enter a relationship in the first place?
To show off your strength?


Acrobat

Swinging and swinging, we twirl round and round.
But we’re going in circles.
Reaching new heights, we smile at the crowds.
But not at each other.

Walking on tightropes, we walk together.
But the tension in the air is killing me.
Hurtling through skies, we defy death.
But we are in danger of breaking apart.

We flip and we tumble and-
we fall.


This is a response to the one-word prompt Circus from DailyPost  😀