Catch-22 Series — Poems written by kicauanuri

I was pretty naive back then and here I am, writing down all my innocent sentences.

Doppelgänger

German folklore holds that Seeing one’s doppelgänger is an omen of death. Am I cursed when I see yours? For when I see your doppelgänger,

It kills me.

Should I fear for my life When your doppelgänger crosses my path? When that face crosses my path, unbidden. The memory surfaces.

Our paths could have intertwined, But I missed the turn. Though my heart yearned, My mind knew it was a futile hope.

Seven faces on this earth mirror yours, Each one kills me when I see it. Those eyes mirror the depths of my past despair. And it kills me still.

August 9th.

I met you in my dream on August 9th, A world where I could call you mine. I saw your sweet smile, I can’t get your finest face out of my mind.

At least in another universe, Our hearts are entwined together. On another plane of existence, Our relationship worked happily ever after.

Pain-things.

Butterflies dance where my heart used to be, Sweet ache of the love and the longing for he. His ocean-soul whispers, a siren’s sweet call, A place where I drown, in the depths gladly fall.

Such a rose, his allure casts its spell on my sight, Yet thorns pierce and wound in the grasp of delight. The scars he has left, a tale yet unsaid, The pain and the beauty forever are wed.

Knee-slapping.

I was faking a fan of your favorite artist, Even though I only knew a few of their masterpieces. Cradled in your lap, we played the song-guessing game. You swept me off my feet and won the game.

You taught me how to enjoy the experience, A feeling I’ve never felt before. You gave me the excitement of passion, A roller coaster of emotions.

When I met you for the first time. I was swept off my feet on you, It was knee-slapping at the time. It’s hilarious to flashback my obsession with you.

Rose.

Each rose petal lost, a broken vow, Love is torn apart, somehow. Thorns pierce deep, a painful sting, My heart is a fragile, wounded thing.

Once vibrant bloom now fades away, As love’s last flicker loses sway. I, too, will vanish, like the dew, When every petal sees its hue.

A sting unfolds, a wound untold, Tears heal the wounded soul. Gone, all gone, with the wind’s soft sigh, A love that bloomed and then learned to die.

Apple poison from a stranger.

Snow White’s naive eyes with trust so wide, Bite the poisoned apple, swallow every lie. Stranger’s whispers spun with shadows deep, She lured her heart to darkness, where secrets sleep.

The sweet words hid a serpent’s sting, Twisted solace, where hope could not take wing. He painted burden for her hold alone, Heart full of toxins unknown.

Though the heart bruised and stained, She holds a pure soul, forever unchained. She’ll rise above the poison, break the spell, And write her ending, where true strength can dwell.

Sometimes in the middle of the night

In the stillness of the night, when shadows dance, I feel your presence, a whispered romance. A gentle touch, an ethereal sensation, You visit my dreams, a fleeting creation.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, Our souls intertwine, pure and bright. Through the veil of darkness, you softly appear, A phantom connection that’s wonderfully clear.