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Friends, Never Again

death of love

Death of Love

In the dark of night 

We quivered and shook

Made love without light

 – without eyes to look.

Yet so strong was our bond

That the union only grew 

More perfect, more wrong;

None but us knew

Of a love quite this true .

And then on a night,

quite warm, 

Malice bellowed between us

And bore out a storm: 

Our glimmer turned to rust. 

I left her alone and she let me be

Which brought our nascent love 

to an abrupt end.

The days of saying, 

“I am you and you are me”, 

were now history. 

A fate we were sure we’d

never amend;

Thus, never again would we 

ever be friends.

Written by Mensur Gjonbalic

November 6, 2017 




Love Loss by Philip Straub


The pain within me subsists

Failing to subside along

the malevolent shores of misery

– leaving my beckoning for

peace at a stalemate

I roam, now, as before,

as, what I once thought,

may not have been always

– now reassured as always

Discontent with the present condition,

I tend to be at a disadvantage of any sort of success in the gamble of affinition

Affinition is a self-concoction, or so I thought, to describe

my affinity towards seeking that which one so earnestly needs

– love and purpose

Yes, yes, love.

A word I could’ve saved time and space for,

but needed to banter about

because the word had been worn out

into nonexistence

– sort of like my heart’s ability to hope for it any longer

I thought I had it,

halting all otherworldly desires and aspirations to affix myself closer towards

what I perceived as the target

Yet, and, as I, very unfortunately so, have and apparently continue to say

[momentarily speaking]

the bullseye I’d been aiming at wasn’t even remotely within the boundaries of the circle

Drunken in what others witnessed as an incredulously bedazzled affixation

and what I still recall as ‘Love’

All my nerves had been pressed to their outermost limits

Agape, I snapped out of the spell

Aware of all that had taken place within

the better part of nearly two solar cycles,

Or as the commonly sane man calls it

– years –

I awoke to cleanse my future of irreversible chaos;

A fate I only had the power to deter

But, and not to my obvious lack of dismay,

had the opportunity to revisit old feelings

– many, if not all, I hadn’t seen in quite a while

Initially, these were intensely euphoric

until they receded into the currents of truth

and, a state of being, by no means, in need of a moniker: reality!

Reality struck once again, as always, once and for all; alas!

The drunken hour subsides and as the lighter hews of blue steep into the sky as I pen my embellished thoughts of somewhat-nothingness through the voracity of my ego,

I’ll spare prosaic detail:

All is done with; it’s over!

I, and you, the one – specific brunetted-gobekli amorada of a faraway land –

have ended a journey, cherished in misery,

in which we’ve circumnavigated

The Seas of Hallowed-Longing and perhaps now

– currently and speaking of what had occurred and of what may or may never be, in the hopes of ‘may never’ being never and ‘may’ being in the likelihood of being forever –

is where we’ve been longing to be

And may, bereft of all dismay, find what we’ve been so earnestly seeking.


[~ An affirmation of our affinition may,

Not in contentment nor dismay, not be of need;

For when it comes, it comes

And when it arrives, I’ll be there,

Along the shore, waiting ~]


by Mensur Gjonbalaj

Written on June 25, 2017

Lovers Estranged

Lovers Estranged

In the dark of night

We quivered and shook,

Made love without light

 – without eyes to look.

Yet so strong was our bond

That the union only grew 

So perfect, yet so wrong;

None but us knew

Of a love quite this true.

And then on a night,

quite warm

Malice bellowed between us

And bore out a storm.

Our glimmer turned to rust:

I left her alone and she let me be,

Which brought our nascent love

to an abrupt end.

The days of saying,

“I am you and you are me”,

were now history;

A fate we were sure we’d

never amend.

Thus, never again would we

ever be friends.

A loveless tirade of blameworthy games

Wrought upon us aimless ambitions

of endly up falsely engaged.

We were meager in faith

and quick to berate;

Cursed to be together no more

and in vain, with hearts so sore.

I no longer know of her

and to her I am dead.

We’re no longer lovers,

And the rest is better left unsaid:

Stranger than strangers

are lovers estranged.

By Mensur Gjonbalaj

October 30, 2017

Making Love


Making Love

Making Love

My bones shiver,
my eyes quiver.
Goosebumps grow,
aroused and oh
the sight I see
lying beside me.
Her enticing flesh, angelic;
My raging passions, enthetic.
The sweltering heat
Caresses our feet;
Together we enjoin
with burning loins.
Neck and neck we bite.
So lustful a fight,
it’s a luminous site.
Thrust after thrust
and kiss after kiss,
tainted in love’s musk:
it’s a heavenly bliss.
As the climax recedes,
we are blisteringly satisfied.
We lie there in peace
smoking cigarettes, gratified.

By Mensur Gjonbalaj
January 27, 2016

Dandelion in the Wind


Dandelion in the Wind

I’m thinking of you …
Day and night you come up
in my thoughts
and in my eye’s vacant sight.
When I fall back into the solitude
of the lonely night
It’s only you I see;
and with you I wish to be.

I’d give the world – my everything –
to lay by your side
for just one more night;
To feel the tenderness of your
gentle skin touching mine
as I wrap your smooth hair
Around my fingers.
Your beauty kills me
– it’s not fair.

I act as if I don’t care
and like you were never there.
But without you, I’m slowly drowning in a sea of sorrow.
And though I seem well,
your absence dims the hope of a better tomorrow.

I’d give everything, my all
Just to hear your voice:
the soft melody pouring from
your lips
Playing in perfect harmony with the cadence of your moving hips,
as you narrate your day
– dandy, as usual.

Today, I’d like to think of you.
Tonight, I’d wish to be with you.
My desires are all but void so long as the blood in your veins pump;
And though you are not with me,
and may possibly never be,
I know, with full conviction, that I’ll forever dwell in the confines your heart and mind.

Like a dandelion, we’ll disperse together into the wind of the calm Summer breeze;
Steering through different paths, whilst remaining one of the same.
Be I a lilac or you a rose,
we’ll both be violet.
Visually striking, like vipers,
despite our melancholy emotions,
spitefully morose.

By Mensur Gjonbalaj
May 11, 2015

In the End


In the End
We all get high sometimes
and sometimes we all get low
I’ll do whatever I can to get by
In the end, we all reap what we sow
All she wanted was to climb towards the stars
and even though she landed on the clouds
In the end, she knows that the stars ain’t far

So we soared to the moon
and raced to the sun
The end is so soon
So why not have fun?
We drank in the day
We fucked in the night
Our days fade away
So we’re living it right

She lights up her smokes
and passes mine too
We’re kind loving folks
Who avoid living blue
We fight and brake up
We fuck and make up
We’re young and we’re bold
Living our dreams before we get old

We all do things that we regret
We all make mistakes
In the end our mistakes turn out to be our best friend
Teaching us what went wrong
Showing us how to turn our sorrows into songs
In the end of it all, its who you have that matters
’cause what you have never stays
and real love never scatters

Mensur Gjonbalaj
January 27, 2015




I know I’m unlovable
You don’t have to tell me
But take it – it’s yours
I know that I’m unlovable
You don’t have to tell me
Message received
Loud and clear
I don’t have much in my life
But take it – it’s yours
I wear Black on the outside
Because Black is how I feel on the inside
And if I seem a little strange
Well, that’s because I am
But I know that you would like me
If only you could see me
If only you would meet me

Mensur Gjonbalaj
January 19, 2015