Bored Till Death

Death is a beautiful woman
drenched in blue velvet
while smoking green
in the afternoon.

Death loves black cats
bare skin and constant
colorful melodies and
tunes .

Her red lipstick on the wall
Sweet traces of sweat and tears
Untouched sand and seashores
Red blood moon and a call.

Death is a tight palm tree skirt
And a vintage scarf over her neck
loud screams and several whispers
through the long morning hours.

Death is long lonely summer nights
powdery soft ivory kisses
infinite space within four walls
playful sea lions in the air.

Death is my boredom filling
my empty room and bed
writing on the wall:
”bored till death”
I might as well die

Death is not being
there together.

Copyright 2014

All rights reserved, Asmaa Lotfy

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Red Sky

I don’t know about today
or tomorrow or
after tomorrow
Vagueness spreads over
meaningless calenders
and untouchable changing
hours.

We are only wasting time
floating over naked mattresses
painting the unknown
Embracing light and fearing
darkness as it takes me away.

I don’t care if I turn into ashes
tomorrow or disappear through
my sleep tonight.
I won’t mind dissolving through
air and a red sky.

Mud and dark fall scent
over repetitive morning coffee
and stale cigarettes with
old foolish spirits.

She writes out of boredom
out of erotic tendencies
slipping through her mind
like black silk undergarments
and gods kissing swiftly through
different dimensions and worlds.

She changes with different seasons
not knowing what to expect
losing and gaining silence
and in between:
she feels everything and she feels
nothing
losing some of her braincells
and hurting her ability to
memorize.

Staying any longer
will only destroy than
create.
Too much suffocation.

Running out of time.

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More Than a Sponge Bob T-shirt

Saw him more often in the sun light
Got back to her anarchy in the cellophane
Covering their selves with screams and tunes.

Time only exists when they’re apart
Mazzy again and again and again
watching the truthful purple color
take it’s place gracefully upon her.

An offending delinquency seen by
everyone.
Harmony and calmness floating
in space surrounding them.

It’s more than a Sponge Bob T-shirt
It’s everything

A heated stimulation of eternal minds

and hearts.

She breathes in tranquility
when there’s peace of mind.
Nothing is known about
tomorrow or after tomorrow.

It’s more than a Sponge Bob T-shirt
It’s everything

with a rabbit-like stone hidden closely

near her blue heart.
Together, colors will taste
as good as they ever been.

Ignis

I’m burning

Hotter than the Earth’s core

Warmer than the sun

My cheeks are glowing

My lips are red

My bones are chattering with

Orange haze heat

No sweat, no exit

Hair is burning

Into ashes

Splitting the air

Into smoke and fire

I’m a walking smoke cloud

The fire within me awaits

The fire inside my flesh

The fire

Melting itself

The blue fire turns me on

It keeps staring at my eyes

Glaring, still waiting.
Waiting

Waiting to grow

Feed on skin

Eat me inside out.

Her colorful twin resides

Another galaxy.

Orange leaves lying

Everywhere

Red, green and grey too

Sisters of the growing fire

The woods are burning up

Just like my shadow across

The invisible ice

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All rights reserved, Asmaa Lotfy

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