Precocious Bloom

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Precocious Bloom

Flowers grew in her backyard
She called them pretty
With a foreign roll of her
Tongue

Flowers grew in her backyard
She pulled me to the back
Hands winding
Round
Me

Flowers grew in her backyard
She called me a man now
Said – men take flowers from
Girls like her

Flowers grew in her backyard
With boyish hands and
Hesitance,
I picked them.

– Lita

Idiosyncratic

Idiosyncratic

Weathered photographs turned at the edges
after taking residency in the breast pockets
¬†– right above the valves of the heart –
of the men whose feet stomped in unison.
who prayed any defeat would be an illusion
like the tears they shed in the moonlight’s wake,
while their thoughts called to see miracles;
like the birth of the new day.

Light from Lita
See you soon.

Loigera

Loigera

She touched him
So innocent,
She hadn’t noticed.
A light tap to the arm;
He recalled.
Like butterflies flying to his veins
Each painting his loins,
Passing strokes to his heartstrings;
Pulling sweet melodies,
Causing an echoing shakes to his heart;
A beating as each butterfly made it’s way through.
Like an electrifying warmth to the soul
Or a jar stolen cookie
To the smile of a toddler.
So innocent ,
So young,
So pure.

A ripped page from a forgotten memior.

Light from Lita
See you soon

Oanoski

 

Oanoski

This is inscribed
Knowing that you shall never
Possess knowledge of it.
Sans the fear of repercussions

Your absence is prominent,
No one will admit to it,
However our eyes keep on
A lookout for you;
Like lone lighthouses
Looking past beautiful seas,
Just for you

Your absence is known
In the lack of security
That blankets us in the nights
When loneliness commits
Acts of treason against us.

Your absence is felt
In the tension that pursues after
Mention of your fading existence
Lurking in the holds
That love once occupied

Your absence is loathed
In the fact that it was incapable of taming
Nor reversal; because death can be given
And not taken back.

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Light from Lita
See you soon

The cages of the mind.

The cages of the mind

And my head is a symphony of cold
Blues and black
fighting this mind
Electric pulses of darkness
charging the palaces of my thoughts
War drums sounding through
Banging across the doors of my eyes
Lies and lies falling through
Smiles and smiles programed to do.

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See you soon
Light from Lita
Find me on instagram @lightxlita

Winter

Sweet winter

Sweet Winter,
Do enchant me with long nights
and whispers of Day.
Encompass me with a great might
As i take my journey away from falling may.

Sweet Winter,
With dying grey skies
Calling out with watering eyes
For your blighted innocence.
Embrace me with your promises of fertile land.

Sweet Winter
Retracting  in the dead of night
Leaving with rays shining through the skies
Forget me not
When you reach where you reside
For sweet winter,
“Tu me Manques”

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Tribute to that stormy afternoon

Tribute to that stormy afternoon.
I appreciate that time we shared
I’ll savour those moments.

Light from Lita
See you soon
Find me on instagram :@lightxlita

Sonnet to the rockers

I’ve listened to many rockstars growing up. With their overgrown hair and many tats.
Bobing and swaying my head to their endless tunes. They have drove us all to a musical nirvana where we were untouchable. These rockstars were another breed of musicians, they drove people insane with their lyrics and guitar solos written from the depths of their souls. Their sense of identity, true to their own being.

Where do rockstars go? Where do their souls evaporate to? The inking on the skin that branded them as a rock entity disappearing from the world. I think this is more than a sonnet to a rocker, it’s to all the dreamers out there, what happened to you ? Where are you?

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Where have you gone?

Light from Lita
See you soon