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Drowning in glass and aluminum Seduced by a sadistic lover A nickel for your thoughts And a penny for another Self worth turns to self pity As the shimmering facade is drained Expressions once so full of life Have become
I know it’s hard, I know it’s rough. To put the bottle down and say that’s enough.Just one more sip, it’s all I need. Feeling like shit, it’s hard to breathe. Violently shaking, I start feeling sick. Body silently aching.
A state of matter Observable in everyday life One of four, each distinct Solid state one Stoic and strong denying the pain Resolute against sorrow Tears form liquid Matter state two shed as the pain crashes like waves over the
My mind is flooded and his brain is blooded. schooled to just Google the truth about the youth and the proof about the loot. The crimes of the times but we were not schooled for the crimes of the heart.
Sky, draw my starry signature For a consenting wish to be alone To be alone, to be alone with my soul Till the Moon lately shown in all my enabling thoughts. Pleasant hours’ dimming glories Are weaving Earth’s new stories
Perfect bridges for a fading light taking you to dark caves like fireclay in fake sorrows. The superstition of a race pool and unearthing the sacred temple under a mount of lies. In vitro a baby god sleeps waiting for
Rejection and Rejection and Rejection How long will it take to acceptance? Everything seems eclipsed Sunshine seems so far Nights too are cloudy and dark Wandering down here and there finding solace nowhere Nothing seems to subdue the pain, Where
Dear Sylvia, Autumn weeps in perennial loss for you. Shedding its’ veined dry tears, falling on cracked dry soil. The live oak runs around the front yard, screaming her hair is lost… in bald cries. I want it to rain
Faith was not taking him near the truth. Staring at reason his inner self became a burden on the whispering road. They were going to exhume the body of the martyr for finding the ethos of hope invoking the afternoon
That night had heavy rainfall lightning was shining in the sky that night, a poor farmer was cursing his poverty, as he could not see his children suffering from hunger from the neighbouring farmer’s cowshed he brought a cow before
Look away Transmission overload; Can’t seem to figure out my mind. I’m feeling home alone in time, Too late to find a bride. I have slept a thousand years; No princesses kiss to change my heart and wake me up.
The valley holds on, to murder of moon, behind the trees. It is dark and clouds are meditating. You think of a perfect horror and a poisoned arrow flies straight into heart of a blissful sun. It is red, splattered
I don’t know how it would be Down there deep inside a womb. Probably dark, probably warm, Probably wet There amidst all the hustle and bustle A ball, consisting of water and flesh Starts to grow Unknown, Unnoticed, Unaware Swimming
Can we borrow the eyes of winter and spring to detect — behind the slippery, crystal-glassy, prayer-like quiet and focus of a sentinel, a snowman half-disfigured when scrutinized by early February winds — sparkles from an unseen, unbeatable citadel? Perhaps
Pots of gold. Rainbows. Lala lands and Elves. Twinkling stars and lightening strikes. Bridges that end in the middle of the river and smiling babies are In my dreams. No more hurts and no more pain. No more strikes from
Robbing the silence of heights to undo the whole sky, you lean on an enigma to become reverential, elevated by an absurd system; I was still pursuing fidelity in the rubble of meaningless life; not faith, but the certain urge
Sometimes I feel all alone, In my world of hurt and pain, And no matter what you say or do, The memories come back again. I sit alone in darkness, Watching shadows creep on the walls, Feeling hurt and terrified,
Have you tasted the silk in the pit of snakes? Exit was not in my fate. Winter was kissing my toes and spring was blooming down in my estranged poems. You don’t feel like to wake up for ingrained disbelief.
For everything, there is a season, it has been foretold. When I was young and green, securely clinging to the branches of my family Sugar Maple tree, I thought it was the best I would ever be. But here, now,
Cacophony was child’s cry,it made me forlorn Symphony it is,now that you are born Trauma was my life,bruised my being Tranquil I am, showered in your eyes loving Bathed in your waft ,my stink is gone Rescued by your raft,now
Will the shouts work on blood seeds in climate of conflicts? Winter was shrinking. Give me a hand. I am going to invite clouds softly. Let the drumming start. War has broken out on many fronts for a god, for
Mask is a object worn on face People use ‘coz they want themselves to be efface Mask is used for protection and disguise It usually give mortals a surprise A masked face is what people see And it is who
The pain of being ignored With lights of peace burned out Leads irritation as shadows Claiming the darkness of anger beside Supports loneliness to creep in the hole Ignorance in the state of mind With chances of partition so deep
The Golden Mother In her tommy, I had lain for three hundred days, a single, but multi-purpose room; there I slept and played there I ate and bathed. A blanket that warmed me in winter the linen that refreshed me
We walked, twinkle-toed, through the night’s hush A ‘Sherlock Holmes’ deerstalker capping my skull And the red Che-star on your beret (left of centre); Hand in hand Finger looped to finger Palms sweating, Lips twinging from a freshly chiselled kiss
A thousand ships sail towards sun each one carrying the hope of life each searching for the island of life sails set high, urgency in air cover the maximum ground or drown in the star dust burnt by sun, skin
A ball of bitterness in my chest It feeds on my soul Clogging my mind Slogging through my veins Flogging my sense of self It is louder than sound More persistent than love It muffles cries of desperation “You are
Drip drop rain drumming on the ground, With scented smell from the soil and appealing sound. Sprouts the sensation of love in the core of heart, Deepens the feeling of solitude, as she is apart. Floating black clouds with flickering
Heavy feet Slowly walk Are you there to see their feeble knock They’ve lost their tappings They are cold They are stepping towards a lost hold They have weight of pain and remorse in piles The pain of hunger and
Through the trials and tribulations Let the heavens shining light breakdown An devastation but never let the pain of her king Being taken become forgotten because little do we know We were witness to an angel with the power to
It’s a very subtle change in the words I find clues Even though it feels quite strange through a spyglass I see blue A very peculiar day unraveling pictures that haunt hue I sit on a boat and float away