redrubie

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Amateur. Optimist. Teetotaler. Feminist.

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  • redrubie 3w

    i learned the process of making wine
    one needs to be prudent enough -

    you start with harvesting first,
    judicious to pick up the grapes
    sweet, flavoured and acidic
    just like you are picked -
    beautiful, selfish, brave
    you sort them, and sometimes
    bad ones just hang around

    then comes the crushing
    to let the juice get additional
    tannins, flavour and color
    to let out all the good and bad
    like heartbreaks and incomparable loyalty
    like scars and the tinted band-aids

    now, allow it to ferment
    by adding wild yeast
    until sugar turns into alcohol
    moonshine, firewater, they call it
    like a spark igniting a fortunate volcano
    the chaos reverberating as chosen silence

    we're almost there
    it's time for clarification -
    clean removal of
    tannins, proteins and dead yeast
    clean removal of
    toxicity, destruction, hatred
    take your sore time as you do it

    and now, all we have to do
    is aging and bottling -
    aging in oak barrels,
    stainless steel tanks or bottles
    that makes the wine reach
    its optimal flavour
    the flavour of
    experiences, stories, mysteries
    grave dilemmas and raw indecisiveness

    and when you're done
    you bottle it up
    through years making it better
    turning underlying water into an elixir
    turning your mess into an abstract art

    you bottle it all up and know
    as it gets older, it becomes better
    as you get older, you become finer

    ***

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    you bottle it all up and know
    as it gets older, it becomes better
    as you get older, you become finer

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  • redrubie 3w

    you'll know when it happens

    faster heartbeats
    blurred world
    except your world that
    stands before you

    dazed and overwhelmed
    you'll have your eyes locked
    on what you think
    is the most beautiful creation

    you'll know you've reached
    where you really wanted to be
    where all your happiness
    stays and grows
    and all your misery
    is evaporated in their arms
    when they hold you close

    you know nothing
    can keep you from winning
    when you think
    all you want is
    to be there, in peace

    you'll know when it happens
    when you wouldn't
    be able to differentiate
    the poison from the medicine
    the pain from the pleasure
    and

    the love from the sin.

    ***
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    where all your happiness
    stays and grows
    and all your misery
    is evaporated in their arms
    when they hold you close

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  • redrubie 4w

    You stand there with your eyes on me
    Your hands in the depths of your pocket
    Just like my eyes in yours
    And I see a calm ocean roaring
    With passion and zest
    Overflowing with the waves of romance.
     
    You were not my 'type', for sure
    For it included guys sleeping around
    Promising I was "the one"
    Heating up the sheets between us
    Warming up my body with only the touching
    Touching and thrusting, yes,
    But never warmed my heart with words
    With all the naked truths.
     
    Your arms scoop my careless self
    My recently shampooed hair lying recklessly
    On your half bare shoulder
    Barely exposed by your favourite white jersey
    As you tell me your little funny stories
    Of you hurting your butt while you tried
    To fit in your sister’s jeans as a part
    Of your infamous truth-and-dare game
    And the time when you almost got suspended from school
    Because you followed your crush to the girl’s washroom.
    Too much for women safety, I make a subtle sneer.
     
    You don’t post pictures on social media
    Because you think it’s the infiltration of your own vibe
    Feeling satisfied in other’s validation.
    Instead of thinking about captions and filters
    You make me mix tapes
    Of Bon Jovi and Bryan Adams
    And ask me to listen to them with you besides me
    Imagining us in a red Buick Skylark on a roadside
    Under the streaming moonlight
    As you call me your Black Magic Woman.
     
    We sing Hotel California together
    “Such a lovely place
    Such a lovely face”
    As you kiss the top of my forehead
    Tucking my strand of messy hair behind my ear.
    As we plan our movie date
    You complain that you cannot decide
    If you’d be able to watch the movie
    Because you’d fall deep admiring Madhubala’s elegance
    Because you claim her to be the most beautiful woman,
    Yes, more than I am for you, you tell me
    In all innocent honesty.
     
    You’re an old soul beautifully fitted
    In this meaningless world
    Where pretentious is THE word
    Because we all have grown to be a bit self-centred,
    Uncaring and just borderline ignorant,
    Justifying the 'self-care'.
    You, honey, are just a misplaced puzzle piece
    Wandering in the world of sins
    You don't deserve it,
    Sweeping me off my feet
    Sharing all your virtues
    In those and all moments, I promise
    I'd trade anything for you.

    ***

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    Because we all have grown to be a bit self-centred,
    Uncaring and just borderline ignorant,
    Justifying the 'self-care'

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  • redrubie 9w

    The shine
    Of the stars
    In your eyes
    Make me
    An insomniac
    And the smooth
    Cream of your skin
    Strips me
    Of my thorns
    Fills me with
    Million sensations
    Races my heart
    And tingles
    My infinity nerves.
    Baby, oh baby,
    You're my night,
    My dreams
    And my nightmares,
    You're the darkness
    I want to live in
    You are why
    I never
    Believe in sleep.

    ***

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    And the smooth
    Cream of your skin
    Strips me
    Of my thorns

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  • redrubie 9w

    Today, I looked up on the internet
    How to be less practical
    While playing Bed of Roses by Bon Jovi
    "About all the things that I long to believe
    About love and the truth and
    What you mean to me
    And the truth is, baby you're all that I need"

    And I wondered, if I'd ever say
    Words like that aloud
    If my tongue would roll with ease
    Or if it would flutter like a bird's wings
    Trying to escape it's confinement.
    Because emotions and its semantics
    Had never been my ally

    Leading me to punch and doubt
    If I really can't feel feelings
    Leading others to taunt and doubt
    If I had a heart at all
    Or maybe a black one at that
    Or maybe made of stone.

    "Don't cry now, be strong."
    "Don't cry now, be strong."

    Because we all have needed
    Strong people by our sides.
    And the feeling of being needed
    Is like a kiss on the forbidden lips
    Leaving you wanting more.

    Well, Psychology Today asked me back
    "Do you know how to be practical?"
    Which was like asking Jimi Hendrix
    If he knew how to string guitar chords.

    I'd been there,
    Crying out loud,
    Asking someone to need me
    Please, keep me with you
    Please, love me like I do.

    And when no faces turned
    And when no arms opened
    I'd known I was on my own.

    Shards of glass crawl on my skin
    When I can't show my love
    When you think I'd never understand
    Because I'd never feel and never know
    What it's like to be in love.

    But that's how this goes
    Straight face with a bitchy smirk
    Trophying along the
    Hidden box of emotions.

    Because my bed of roses
    Has always been the bed of nails
    And that's how I don't care.

    ***

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    "Don't cry now, be strong."
    "Don't cry now, be strong."
    Because we all have needed
    Strong people by our sides.

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  • redrubie 11w

    And I'll be your last sunset someday
    When the flawlessly blended colours
    Won't stupefy you anymore
    When the approaching dusk
    Will seem to suffocate your lungs
    When you will want to run
    But the skin of your sole will burn
    And the soul of yours will burn

    You'll try to cry
    But the fluid in your eyes will solidify
    And you won't be able to rub it off
    Because the hurt from their eyes didn't go easy
    Like a drop of water flicked away
    But like a tiny thorn picked off
    Seeming like the heart is grabbed out.

    So, learn to stab yourself without dying
    Because, I've been your Guinea pig
    Way too many times, tried and tested,
    Hurt, bleeding and alive
    Dead, drained but breathing
    And learn to sleep in guilt and screams
    Because I'll be your last good night
    And your first worst nightmare.

    ***

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    Hurt, bleeding and alive
    Dead, drained but breathing

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  • redrubie 13w

    A blood clot
    Thick and brown
    Resembling that heart
    Which holds all the ends.

    It is now hermetic
    Atoms drowning in the blood
    For fast air
    They might die
    And keep floating
    Adding on the impurities
    Making you blacker
    Making you sicker.

    Look around the wound
    Do you see
    Your skin shrinking?
    Look inside
    Do you see
    Your heart giving up?

    Hold on, honey
    Honey, hold on.

    Because the clot
    Is leaving a mark
    Because that heart
    Is making you hollow

    Hold on, honey
    It is impermanent
    Just like gray skies
    And starless nights
    Just like the cigarette smoke
    Blown on your face
    And the autumn leaves
    Stripping off the trees.

    You're going to get well
    That clot will peel away
    That layer of black
    On your heart will wear away.
    And the injured skin
    Will glow like before
    And the injured places
    Will heal

    You'll see the lights
    You'll see the blossoms.

    I wish you fall and bleed

    Then feel the clot formed
    And let it rest
    And then when
    The time is right
    I wish you peel it away.

    ***

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    I wish you fall and bleed
    Then feel the clot formed
    And let it rest
    And then when
    The time is right
    I wish you peel it away.

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  • redrubie 14w

    Closed windows, raindrops
    Sliding on the shining glass
    As the lights crown the city
    Like a queen's most priced jewelry.

    Screams and silence are sisters
    Yin yang children to the words
    Said and unsaid, parenting them.
    They are born at this door, this day.

    Both pairs of keys stay hooked,
    Today's night bed was going to be
    Like a moon without it's allure
    Like a falling star without the wishes.

    Wine glasses earlier clinked
    Stay half empty,
    Although kissed
    Lipstick stains embellishing the edges.

    Cooked dinner invites the breeze
    And I let the empty muscle bag roar.

    Ups and downs
    Disagreements and deep cutting eyes
    Entangled hands and sloppy kisses
    Two hearts, one soul
    I had to decide.

    I had forgotten
    She was the scent to my yellow pages
    The melody to my words
    And the morning's first ray.
    I was one assembly of skin and muscles
    She was the breath, she was the soul.

    ***

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    Screams and silence are sisters
    Yin yang children to the words
    Said and unsaid, parenting them.

    ©redrubie

  • redrubie 19w

    There's a place
    I imagine is white in colour
    In all corners
    And in all spaces
    White and clean
    Relaxing and singing peace.
    White lights shine bright
    In rows like a wave unfaltering.
    I look into your eyes
    And I see a resemblance
    Just like the two sides of a body
    Just like night and the darkness
    And smooth kisses and love.
    You stand there
    With your perfect lips lined
    And blinking slow eyelids
    Like you can calm any storm down
    Like you can change the fire into ice
    And turn a thorn into a cotton ball.
    You're all things good
    You're all things I'd love
    You're silence and you're truth
    The destination I'd want to run to.
    I'm a human with sins
    And you, a heaven I wish.

    ***

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    You're all things good
    You're all things I'd love
    You're silence and you're truth
    The destination I'd want to run to.
    I'm a human with sins
    And you, a heaven I wish.

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  • redrubie 23w

    In a garden, you've been hanging
    Sand around, it's running away
    You said we'd hold hands and play
    But now I look around
    And there you stand
    With your face lit up
    And your castle built up
    For you, have I disappeared?

    Now I learn to climb on my own
    Holding on the rocks
    Slipping away from me
    Falling away from me
    Hurting my fingers
    I see them bleed
    And I wonder if I'd give up
    If my breath is giving up

    Swings pushed me down
    Like it was a restricted territory
    And I was sneaking in with my arms
    The branches blocked every way
    I walked to
    So I got down from the tree house
    Because i knew I didn't belong there
    And now I was aimless
    Where to wander and where to stay

    Came back to see the rocks
    And I found my home
    At the top of it, my north star shone
    Wandered the world,
    But it stood right where I first gave up
    Now I know, my place is here
    Hundred times I would fall
    And other hundred times
    The rocks will tumble away
    But, I know
    Everytime I'll slide down,
    I'll climb back
    Baby, you got to remember
    You slide down, you climb back.

    ***

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    Hundred times I would fall
    And other hundred times
    The rocks will tumble away
    But, I know
    Everytime I'll slide down,
    I'll climb back
    Baby, you got to remember
    You slide down, you climb back.

    ©redrubie