The aisles in my brains Twist into crooked lanes They curve and bend Around corners on end
As I think, a bulb flickers on; Proverbially almost. Illuminating the sidewalks Dimly, then brightening up, Then blacking out at the epitome of my thought. If I was about to reveal some profound mystery, I will never know.
All I know is my thought has lost its way in my brain. It is wandering. Listlessly, Passing through walls. Looking for a way out.
Hello there you. I'm just a 16 year old trying to find her place in life at this moment. I may already have found it but I keep searching. Isn't that what we're supposed to do? Why settle? I live in Mumbai, India. I love this city and this life. My poems are a 100% authentic. Happy reading!
Like tussoh, I collect snow after the blizzard, churning the quartz, O December. Time to hang my boots and listen the call to quarters. Windows would kill me. I had my horrors I had my wine. The moon was still
Who knows the future? Secrets in the palm of jesting mind. Deep dwells the forgotten past, a reminder of untold losses. A life adorned with love, kindness, loyalty, and selflessness. Questions unanswerable pecking the essence of sanity Fate says the
They stand stiffly before his milky contrail thought of tittering, a fiction, flying across an evening sky once a giggle mash, now a distant funerary memory. Imagine it, a flounder flopping in deadly malodorous silence. Truth rips at his empty
Birds levitate and are airborne, Flapping wings soaring to the highest stratosphere, Flying into the blue yonder, Over snowcapped mountains, abutting the clouds, Flying, gliding, landing, so sublime Perching themselves in the tiny gap between other birds on a cable