John Thomas Tharayil: Favorites

Jun 2016 John Thomas Tharayil

Stephan

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I punched the sun
and burnt my hands,
they blistered ‘fore my eyes

Because I want
just cloudy days
to fill my sorrowed skies

I used to like
the daylight hours
before she went away

Now I just can’t
accept the sun,
I want a cloudy day

And evening
doesn't help at all,
if it is coming near

Because I know
there’ll be a moon
upon the heavens clear

So I’ll keep punching
at the sun
with burns upon my skin

Until I can’t
fight anymore
or clouds return again

Jun 2016 John Thomas Tharayil

A Hug

Jun 2016 John Thomas Tharayil

Just Me R

A Hug

A hug is a piece of heaven
From one soul to another

Jun 2016 John Thomas Tharayil

Culling call

Jun 2016 John Thomas Tharayil

Hunter Pennington

Culling call

Left right we go.
Like ants we grow.
Marching in the sun,
A show.
Maybe it's fun,
But slow.
Till you hear the calling.
The army sounds it's culling
For only those who win the day,
have the right to say,
it's home I'll stay.

Jun 2016 John Thomas Tharayil

forget me not

Jun 2016 John Thomas Tharayil

Aeerdna

forget me not

Forget me not
when my soul will go to sleep,
when my lungs will stop breathing
and my ashes will disappear in the wind,
when my eyes will shut,
my colours will fade to grey
and my words will quietly remain
behind my cold lips,
forget me not
when my time will come to go to the unknown world
when my legs will stop walking
and my heart will stop pumping
when my arms won't have the power
to hold you closely,
when I will be living only in the past tense,
in lost whispers
and fading memories
forget me not
forget me not
I'll still be here
I'll still be here
to kiss your heart.

Jun 2016 John Thomas Tharayil

Green eyed witch

Jun 2016 John Thomas Tharayil

Chloe Zafonte

Green eyed witch

She captivates all the men in her path, do her wrong she'll show her wrath. She can see your soul through her green eyes, read your thoughts and know all your lies. She seduced you by her charm, her laugh, her grace but she won't bother to replace.. you when she is hurt, you'll be nothing more to her than a spec of dirt. Dancing so fluently as she feels your stare, just gaze in her eyes she has a lot to share. When she's gone, she leaves an imprint on your soul where you will never again feel whole.