Assumptions Poems

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Silence

Silence short poem

So much I keep inside for fear you won’t believe, That thought is terrifying on its own, I’m scared you would think that I’d set out to deceive, So I’ll walk this winding path all alone. Sometimes I’m confused and

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Shards

Shards short poem

Shards, Your shards you have to pick up, Shattered all over the flo’r, Scattered like someone knocked over a house of cards, How can you look at yourself? Blame the shards for cutting your hands, Cuss them out using every

Different Yet The Same

Different Yet The Same short poem

You make your own assumptions of the way that I must be, You draw your own conclusions from the paperwork you see, I’m just a diagnosis, you’ve seen it all before, I see you are surprised when I walk in

My Confined Mind

My Confined Mind long poem

Untamed self control my own worst enemy I can be I can not be the poison and the remedy The voices I hear are not in my head I hear the words as if they’ve been said. Horrific thoughts I

A Mental Break

A Mental Break long poem

Sick of paranoia tired of absurd thoughts Constant grind hearing things assumptions being distraught If it’s not derogatory voices talking constantly about me Random thought will make me act quite obsessively Can’t shake the feeling I’m being watched all the

Hearing Voices.

Hearing Voices. short poem

I can inform, enlighten, give an idea But can’t explain how my reality can become so severe Yes you know I hear voices and I never can feel safe But you will never know truly what my mind can create

Anguish

Anguish short poem

There is not a space left to withdraw, For the eyes to draw respite From seemingly cornering stares That seem to hold me tight Not more intrusive than a sweeping fly That rests to tinker the open savoury A thought

The Void And Wind

The Void And Wind ballad

She pressed her ears to the ground- to feel the vibratos of his words. They tiptoed into her senses- barefoot bleeding tact on facts. Flustered with assumptions- they trampled a mockingbird! It raised its head unafraid- gasping for its last

Who Will They See?

Who Will They See? long poem

I tried so hard to tell them but they just couldn’t see, The person they were seeing wasn’t really me, The person I was begging them to somehow help me find, The person that I was before I’d lost my

Bedevil Who ?

Bedevil Who ? short poem

The pulse seems tranquil and still, But they don’t have blood in it filled. Strange, the brain is at bark within. Why this uneasiness seems like an attaching shark? I do sit and endeavour to settle it down, But for

The Wait

The Wait short poem

Sitting in silence surreptitiously meditating on the everyday turmoils and confusion that repulses even the most hard-core reality driven populists Thoughts come and go within the realm of preposterous assumptions that convey nothing of importance Just pass the time as

My Confined Mind

My Confined Mind long poem

Untamed self control my own worst enemy I can be I can not be the poison and the remedy The voices I hear are not in my head I hear the words as if they’ve been said. Horrific thoughts I

Hearing Voices

Hearing Voices short poem

I can inform, enlighten, give an idea But cant explain how my reality can become so severe Yes you know I hear voices and I never can feel safe But you will never know truly what my mind can create

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Leviathans

Leviathans short poem

You had dug in deep to undo the garden. Civil war started between the yawning wounds. Whose side was time: in burning well of oil? The autocracy will bleed the earth till death. An island in the canal holds the

Surrender

Surrender ballad

Silence fills this room; I can feel the rhythm of my heart Chanting drums celebrating God’s work of art. Calmness surrounds me, no words can describe My worries have vanished, only hope resides. Before this very moment, there has been

Kites

Kites short poem

Too many colors in me and I was meant to fly But I got stuck to the wall Too many colors in me and I was meant to fly random colors like random thoughts Too many colors in me and

Annihilation

Annihilation short poem

What was left in our hands after risk and awards were given to seekers? Sign of grace at hairpin bends was absent.Nobody was speaking. A moratorium was announced. Somebody will have a glimpse of the moon through the interstices of

Rose

Rose long poem

You whisper sweet words while you sharpen your thorns, By a spell I am called, and I pass through the doors. And they slowly close behind me in a squeaky little cry, As the sun begins to fade in the

Stranger- I Am

Stranger  I Am long poem

Standing down the pale grey sky on a dark road lonely bus stand and night of hot june , where dark is the only soul to talk , and millions of odd dust cleansing your feet . Not only feet

Qui Nous-sommes

Qui Nous sommes short poem

It burns. It stings. It makes my heart yearn. And how those birds sing. I long to be free. I need release. Why won’t the demons listen to my plea? I will never experience the kiss of peace. I’ve seen

Ode To A Son

Ode To A Son ode

Look at that smile, that heart, those eyes they are in so much pain.. but are still wise.. come to me son for you have worked so hard. Now come to me, put your head on my lap and i

I’d Love To Make Love To You

I’d Love To Make Love To You long poem

We’ve been seeing a lot of each other these past few seasons and my attraction for you goes beyond believing I think it’s time to take the top off the cookie jar if you know what I mean and I

Saturday Night At The Movies

Saturday Night At The Movies short poem

for John McBride Neill There was the Savoy and Lyceum, the Majestic and Colosseum, the Regal and the Roxy, the Tonic and the Troxy, the Princess and the Pallidrome, the Alhambra and Hippodrome. Great picture palaces, art deco and glass,

Lying Eye Sea

Lying Eye Sea short poem

I’m lost in your eyes Like a ship lost at sea Your lips must be a compass Because they’re guiding me To the treasure Better than gold I wonder how this will unfold I wonder how you will unfold To

St. Francis In Repose

St. Francis In Repose short poem

calm and quiet the sun breaks the branches creating shields of light and shadow all the creatures in the woods come to the feast the bears brought wine wolves, brought a pie the squirrels, brought a side dish from an

Thor

Thor short poem

Many a God dwells in the great world tree of the Asgards But the strongest one of them all is the one who holds The power of storms wrathful in the palm of his hands You can hear his voice

We May Decide

We May Decide short poem

We May Decide My sweetheart come over to me in exile To meet face to face and know each other In the process we may decide for a while To be heart to heart and to avoid the altar On

Decay

Decay short poem

Looking back, I could weave such beautiful stories with words It was as if they were my own But somehow, things took a turn for the worse My muse has left me all alone. How wonderful it was, and it

The Mesmerising Waterfall

The Mesmerising Waterfall short poem

Behold the scenic grandeur This amazing waterfall creates Rushing down from heavenly heights Like a stream of milky nectar . Emerging from secret springs Hidden in the heart of hills It brings abounding succor To the landscape year after year

Voting Card: The Card That Holds The Future

Waking up to the first of February, comes the golden key 2017, breeds the shinning key A key that holds the future key A future that unlocks the door to 2017 A future that lies in your voting card at

Expanse of void

Expanse of void short poem

I can’t touch its walls, neither I can touch its roof, the void within me expanse of emptiness with no end, no boundary infinite it seems its reach, its vastness. How can then it be within me? No, it’s me

The Fool

The Fool short poem

Curtain call yet once again. Time to track the boards. Greasepaint hides the shameful faces. Lime-lit shadow-play, Pantomime dames, Evil stepmothers, Monsters behind The innocent eyes That focus on the fool. So I enter the game; It’s the only one

Of The Sea And The Storm

Of The Sea And The Storm short poem

They seem to overwhelm me, Consume me, Devour me… Like gruelling waves crashing against the shore Creating a torment impossible to pacify. Drowning me in their depth- Deep and dark, Vague and uncertain… Like an uncontrollable vicious whirlpool Salvaging what’s

Beneath The Skin

Beneath The Skin short poem

It was not a demigod, elephantiasis of a beast, snakes sitting on head. A catastrophic tree view.I was proud of being alive during carpet-bombing. A catnip was needed to clear the vision. The town was moving out shedding its landmarks.

Dog-god Palindrome (What a Howl!)

Dog god Palindrome (What a Howl!) short poem

If a dog were to worship a Dog-God How would it go? Bow-wow, Roll over, bark, snap or howl, As would any dog? Will it troop or droop its tail, Flail, fawn, whimper or wail? Piteously or piously at the

Buffalo Soldier

Buffalo Soldier long poem

If you know your history Then you will know where I’m coming from Jam to Jah Rhasta enlighten man Out in the bush where fish is biting Yet we are hiding for self discovery All of life is one big

Reparations

Reparations elegy

my father used to tell me that divorce was the process of losing one’s routine. 5:30 came and went without the sound of a familiar rattle from outside the door that came from my mothers keys. last night I got

Larks

Larks short poem

Obsequious, and gorged on words, he straightens faded dust jackets: Barthes, de Beauvoir, Brautigan. Thin skeins of nicotine dissipate over ancient oak, whispers echo amongst carved shelves. Thoughts weave their tangled web through the melancholic mess of his marching mind.

Good Morning

Good Morning short poem

As the sun beats down on another glorious day, the blackbirds are singing in their sweet little way. The world is still and my mind is at peace, how I pray for this stillness as it offers such release. The

Write As Rain

Write As Rain long poem

Breeze rippling sheer embroidered patches as sunlight streaming shadows prance across plastered walls… As precipitation mist cool Floridian rays beaming tin roofs. Winter temps once again; no show. pre-Black Power, post-slavery; steel railroad tracks line wooded villages alluring Negro Parramore