Sip

I sip the midnight black, as always

Bitter as the graven death or the life.
I miss your sweetness by my side

It feels like decades since we met

Or since we exchanged disgruntled "hi"s.

I sip again, the darkness of deep ocean

Where memories fade away in ripples

Like the tears shed in the misty rain

So strangers don't stop to pity or stare.

I walk with the crowd, yet drift alone.

Next sip reminds me of where I am,

Where we used to meet and dream.

Even when mine were crushed and gone,

I wanted to keep yours alive and well,

But that never worked out did it?

I read some assignment before I sip,

Still bitter on tongue, but I'm used to it.

Mutualistic parasites killing each other

Blood for serum and joy for pain.

That's what we had, wasn't it?

I sip again. Cup is half-empty now.

You'd say it's half-full and cheer me up.
An active volcano with a hurricane

Eventual apocalypse. I knew it'd happen.

Covered my ears to my own voice.

Another sip. Don't even feel it now.

I want to be mad. I want to be sad.

I was the villain? It definitely looked so.

I was to play stereotypical evil 

While you got the role of the martyr.

To drown that thought, another sip.

Yet nothing but aromas of the past.

I'd say I'm sorry like I always used to.

But I know that'd solve nothing

And I have little left but my pride.

So I stare at my empty cup again.

Try to squeeze another drop off.

I guess it's done and gone forever.

Bitterest sting to the last single drop.

A toast with the empty mug to a goodbye.

Wren

Apple

A crunch that breaks the silence
Acid numbs the white enamel
Saccharine permeates the mouth
While the fragrance tangos,
And then another bite.

-Wren

Resuscitation

The beat is erratic
Rhythm too sporadic
A singer and an addict;
A man who just had it;
Filled with much death and shit;
Bruised in and out, those hits.
That stopped all pulse and beats.
Paused all of my heart's beats.

Grey blood stopped to run.
Veins left dried, well-done.
Blank eyes open and shun'd.
Red tears that were cried a ton.
Voice that's cut and gone.
Eyes forgot the light of sun.
The night was far too long.
Bereft dark, far too strong.

But today comes the dead
Rising from its earthy bed,
Pained dreams I do shed,
No more cold chains of lead,
Lose the words that were said,
Pull up the sun by its head,
For once, enjoy the morning red:
Glorious iridescent yellow-red.

No metal ties, just liberation.
That was my resuscitation
Of my heart's palpitation.

Wren