It's Time This Time

I look pretty, unpredictable as well as painted
Beautiful pictures colour-painted around me too
People are kind
I am high and bliss is here I feel
Things and days and loves keep falling into places
I never knew could be real.

But I’m painted
While living it good
And sometimes the happy faces make me tear up inside
Just like the ways and means you employed
To mutilate it all, so spontaneous
The laughter’s real
-the joy true
But I’m still painted dear
I just never want you to notice
That you were everything to me-
That foolishly I would break I feared.

We could have been all the could-have-beens, my love
But we became what we became.
Sometimes it is too late.
Sometimes it is unfair.

Never want to question
Never want to punish
Never want to touch
Reasoned.

Forgive me
For I’m turning away
I will not Forget
I’m taking it all back and forth and floor and love and skin and bones and grass and sky and warmth and winter and rains and songs and voices and hands and seats and tea and mornings and freedoms and squeals and clouds and smoke and time and breaks and covers and showers and friends and babies and promises and lives lived.
I’m saying Hell.

This paint’s good.



-Sriya Coomer

September 20th,2009.
10:30pm.

You Will Remember This

I’ll never tell you how I feel anymore
Never, never will you see my breaking heart (the one you decease!)
And I know you’ll never stop
Enthusing the negativity

You changed
We process
And yes, I amend and change too
In the usual ways
But you began the violation.

Do you wish to hear the same old story?
Old questions?
Young thrills and midnight charms
The truth that was
And those old hopes
That old pride of being us.


Do you wish to remind yourself?
The lights and music familiar;
Cocktail skirt and your hand in mine.
The way they looked
And wished evil
While we shared our secret smiles
And laughed real hard till we cried.
And you kissed me all the way to your home
Even before the party got on.

You can play blame as much as you would like now
But you will remember this.
You will remember my love.
-effortless and unadulterated
All that I gave;
All that you possessed.

Yes, you can hold my hand if you want to
But you will never have my words again.
Never my thoughts again;
You had my soul oh so easy
And I hope you’ll find yours
Without me
I hope you’ll be complete tonight
Without me fitting. (Closer!)

I get wicked
Thinking of how much
You will remember this.


How will you forget our world?

And I will not keep the promises.
And I promise I will forget.



-Sriya Coomer
Feb 1st,2009.