Stagnant

Someone said I can have the whole world

I’m stagnant now

Held into place by my inaction

And I spill a pint glass

My emotions are swaying everywhere

And I continue to overshare my insecurities

I’m not too drunk to notice you flinch

And make your faces

 

I’m surrounded by people who don’t realize my greatness

Just because I’m puking in the vase

You don’t know my greatness

 

I sail on the smoke of an early morning

Cigarette craving

 

This is my regret

And thank you for your indifference

I almost stabbed you with my pen.

 

© A.R. Minhas 2018

by A.R. Minhas

To A Princess

You have become an event in my life that I can’t escape from

And all the paths lead to you are like droplets in my eye

My skin

My throat

And you have become a breath in my life that I can’t exhale from

So I celebrate you

Douse you with wine

Crown you with Paper Laurels

The Baptism has begun my Pieceofthemoon

And I will lie waiting in your embrace

My sweet

Omniscient

Princess

 

 

© A.R. Minhas 2018

by A.R. Minhas

‘Pimp! Like Slim’: New Artwork

Hey Guys,

I just wanted to introduce my new artwork. This shirt is a portrait of Robert Beck a.k.a  ‘Iceberg Slim’, who has written one of my favorite books of all time, ‘Pimp: The Story Of My Life’. If you haven’t read it, please do, as it’s an absolute masterpiece. I will leave the link for the book below. I would also really appreciate it if you can check out my store. Thank you!

 

“My Store”

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 (c) A.R. Minhas 2018

 

“Pimp: The Story of my life”

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by A.R. Minhas

She Offers Flowers

She offers us flowers

And I wonder about the milk that was never served

She Offers us Flowers

And all I can think about are your eyes

How I would like to separate the light

The chemicals that split apart

            I fed your love to the children of the street

She offers us flowers

            And her petals lubricate the darkness

I have served my loneliness well

            Indifference is the thing that kills

And you served me flowers

Hungry still

            I devour your Nectar

                        Blood on my gums

My Tongue swirls in the ozone layer

I served your breast on a plate

            By the fireside

                        The ash is your Flowers

Sprinkled in that afternoon

                        Fucking Blue

To keep my fingers

            From the third eye to the other one

She offers us flowers

            And I can only serve you cold meat

If you are my truth,

Then you are my hurt

            I let it bleed

                        A scab that is worn like a battle wound

                                    Mottled entanglement

The flowers are raw

            And I am burnt

If you serve them again

            I have to refuse again

Indifference is the thing.

© A.R. Minhas 2018

by A.R. Minhas

A Being of Beauty

Beauty, I have awoken to you

Weren’t my catcalls enough?

This gentlemen’s club has disciplined me

I’m in the corner crying out for you

And you’re hustling for scratch?

You look sexy even when you’re

Swabbing the disinfectant

Dancing on the golden pole

Strobing sound effects

Twirling like a dervish

Spirituality in your sex revealed

I smell coconut

And your breasts are like industrial bleach

My cum is blessed and your mouth like a receptacle of a blue god.

Gurgling sound of a dishwasher

My sins are cleaned

I like how you vibrate and leave the map of your wetness

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“Flower Girl” Original artwork by A.R. Minhas (c) 2018

Look up!

The mirror reflects you, and you’re counting down the four songs

And I remember that money is no object for you.

And I’m hoping that this moment doesn’t end,

And if I could finger you

I would’ve left a bloodbath of love.

It’s the red of your lips that speak the name,

And the slight static your legs offer

Arc touch of razorblades creates endorphins for immortality.

And when it’s over

You talk to someone right next to me…

How cruel is that?

Maybe, you could hustle somewhere else

So I’m not reminded of the moment we shared

Is it too human to ask?

© A.R. Minhas 2018

by A.R. Minhas

I’m Standing Still

I’m standing still

You keep moving on

In my artificial drunkenness

 

I smell the sweet taste of death.

 

Non-existent comforter

 

Wrapped in your left breast

 

Milk gets everywhere

Spilled on afternoon tea

 

Green as you were

 

I’m left pale and broken.

 

“Where is my womb?”

 

I’m left to wonder how cruel I can get

Have you seen my torture lungs?

 

Bronchials inflammed

Shooting with nerves

 

I want to share my fluids.

But not at the price of my company

 

I’m better standing here.

And you all the way there.

 

Our spikes are meant to stab

No comfort in human touch

 

The digital release of my soul.

 

I’ll impregnate you with my thoughts,

Abort me later.

 

You can offer me comfort from the other end of the world

I don’t want your closeness

 

The messiness of attachment

I can only offer you mind-numbing cliches.

 

There is no warmth left anymore

My body is cold

And your hands

Don’t resemble a soul mate.

 

 

©  A.R. Minhas 2018

by A.R. Minhas

Show Me Your Eyes

 

Your eyes meet mine while you eat

A Red Velvet Cheesecake

Teeth crackle

And I feel your lips

Cold tongues and warm breath

 

“Show me your eye, and I’ll show you mine.”

My hand travels underneath the table to meet your thighs

No one will know

And you laugh that laugh when we first met

 

You know the type of girls I like

The ones who present a new way of thinking

Perhaps, if I drew you naked

I could understand

What you present to me

 

The randomness of your hair

And when you try so hard to maintain a straight face

While you are grabbing

Your breasts

I need cream for my coffee

 

The structure of your abdomen

Slopes to the slit of your eye

 

Clitoris of your soul

You gush my favorite dopamine sundae

Dripping like chocolate molten

These fingers know how to move

I know you have to go

It’s ok

 

I’ll deal with my trust issues later

And I’ll text you when you get back

 

For now, I have to go

Keep your eye on me, always.

 

 

© A.R. Minhas 2018

by A.R. Minhas

Deeper Than Dreaming

The waters re-appear

Drowning imagination in salty froth

As the world strangles his neck, he felt his teeth fall,

Below the abyss of the waking world— like notes from the past

Images left on the canvas

“Don’t paint them again!”

 

I wander now on the boat made of rubber tires

Using broken hands to steer

The stiffness points north

“I have no intentions of going on journeys anymore.

Let’s dream to wander aimlessly.”

 

Inner eyes seeing through the body

But there are no landmarks or memories to possess

 

Everything I was once

 

Gone

Left only with the finding of himself

 

With fluidity, he soothes his urges,

But now the tempest has risen again

Nostrils contracting with the heavy scent of turpentine

Knowing the power over him is held by the blueness of the past

 

But the crippled sailors’ journey is meaningless

At the same time, the boat is only directed by an easterly breeze;

Reflected by Narcissus

 

Lip-syncing Queen of wands I found in that forgotten deck

I don’t fear the tides

Like towers crashing down

 

But even at the edge of this precipice, I can’t escape my body

Frozen by guilt and sheltered by the warmth of regrets

 

 

I am the only thing that survived the end of the world

Now the sea-serpent emerges from within

He rises                                   Spiraling like minarets

 

It was the snake that eats itself eternally

It hissed so he could bow his head

 

It proceeded to cannibalize itself

As the sailor continued on

 

 

There was still no sign of land

But the air had eroded a smile on his face.

 

© A.R Minhas 2018

by A.R. Minhas