Have You Been Told?

Have you been told that your breath reeks

The scent of blood

From the hearts that you've chewed and spit

With the scarlet juice dripping down your chin

Have you smelt how your hands smell like

Rusted metal 

From the wrists that you've forced to slit

Spilling the vermilion on washroom tiles

Have you been told how glassy your eyes are

Seeing only Greys

Yet dictating where the rainbows shine

Shattering colours that you don't even see

Have you been told how your skin has wrinkled

From the frowns 

That simply don't understand love

Breaking minds hidden in closets

Have you felt the burden of your sins

The weight of the children

You took from their kin

With the souls that haunt your bedside 

Have you not been told that

No pilgrimages aren't soap

That rinse out hands that have gotten dirty

The river waters you seek 

Sadly, don't flow with bleach

Where you drown yourself in 

And come out clean.

Time Travelling

I am stuck.

The fabric of time has wound itself around me
I stepped in, mesmerized by the colours
And now

I am stuck.

Taped to this tapestry
Sewn-in which are tales of my history
Of what little is left in memory

I am stuck.

On a day of the past
Sitting in front of a little television
Now things get a little fast;

The television shows
With all the blows
The Contra game
Mario jumping into his fame
My father
My mother
My family
On the carpet giggling
Cutting pictures together laughing
The trees
The Bees
That bit me too often, alright
The colours are bright
As we paint a pot
The winds outside carry shades of hues
Painting the world, a colour other than the blues
My room with fairy-lights strewn
Glowing stars on the roof
Board games
Bored games
Everything

And stop.

I am stuck.

Like a cassette stuck on the same song
Nostalgia;
That has lasted too long

I am stuck.

The winds just carry blues and greys
These days
Time is now just a blurry haze
Passing, as I sit and gaze

I am stuck.