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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Losing Again

Losing Again short poem

If erupts again – the eternal hate of caucuses. A pipe bomb detonates in a gulley. Death glides as a superman like a mutiny in the bowl. Night stumbles against the kissing moon on the shore of waning hope. I

It’s Finished

Its Finished prose poem

The burial ground should not be a place of buried treasures The bodies of the deceased are all that should be found there We brought nothing into this world, and nothing should go out Blessed are we who die in

Who Cares

Who Cares long poem

You look at me like I give a damn, I’m so sorry to disappoint, I think you forget just who I am, Quite frankly I don’t see the point. Why can’t you see I really don’t care, If you stay

Seven Degrees Of Freedom

Seven Degrees Of Freedom long poem

The first one is for the birds that flock together Racing to the sky with their feathers Soaring in the sky till the end and Adding beauty to the ocean with clouds The second one is for the animals on

A Road To Forever

A Road To Forever short poem

A Road To Forever A lonely road is no place to walk All we can do is talk The years that we spent walking together That will last forever Our hands will meet Their is no need to take a

Kenya You Not Alone

Kenya You Not Alone short poem

In the deep sleep of a long day, I woke up at a woman’s scream. Her face was emotionless, yet the heart bled agonizingly From a pain injected at the loss of her womb a terrorist tore apart For a

Through A Cat’s Eyes

Through A Cats Eyes short poem

She stands on all four a guild of colors and patterns- rubbing off mystery and heed with pries for eyes! I reach for her head; she purrs faster than my pitapat. I go back to my kitchen, shut the door,

The Grapes Of Wrath

The Grapes Of Wrath short poem

Well there’s Hooverville on the edge of the river haint nuttin boot flimsy cardboard e’en with clothes will shiver waiting for tension to be released like a arrow in a taut quiver major organs ready to burst open cuz day

The Pencil And The Steed

The Pencil And The Steed prose poem

The pencil chose the steed, Who traipsed in her glory across, Perfectly shaded monochromatic forests, Painted with scattered copses of grey moss. Along the white parchment, It glided along the curve of her crest, To the indentations of wither. The

Nothing

Nothing prose poem

I, the most perfect syllable in the world. It encapsulates me and all that is mine And all that I perceive or have perceived, All that I encountered or experienced, the Totality of my existence and its meaning To me

My God

My God short poem

It was widening, the rift, between waves and ocean: the resilience of depth was going to challenge the height of winds on the beach I stand against the sun empowered to face a solar eclipse unreal, something was sinister in

Sing To Me Another Love Song, My Love

Sing To Me Another Love Song, My Love long poem

I sat by him whom my heart pant for I searched in him for what ails his heart The more I try, the farther I felt him slip farther away from me, I felt him go Gone were the days

Childhood

Childhood long poem

Mommy, Jessie tried to attack me with a weed eater My sister tried to stab me. It’s a nightmare Feeder. I was only 4. Mommy are we poor? You lied. Daddies not a woman beater Hotshot was my favorite transformer

Still Wondering If I Love You

Still Wondering If I Love You ballad

I used to relate love to flu But after the words “I love You”; I have no more to give you. There’s nothing left to construe; So please don’t feel blue How did we get there? I have no clue.

Bluebird

Bluebird short poem

Morning sun a shining, wind chimes a chiming and Bluebird a singing outside my open window on the old Dog Wood tree well it brings a smile to my face as I greet the coming day… life is beautiful and

Where Did It All Go

Where Did It All Go long poem

Impossible you have become Irritable as can be Unable to be pleased And uncaring about me No longer am I in your thoughts No longer do you care about my health No longer are you the man I loved The

Serenity

Serenity prose poem

The waters have calmed. The kayak slips by, while the warm breeze blows light. The loon eerily sounds it is near. Sun drenched clouds ooze vanilla cream. The sunset throws an orange purple light over it all, the fish jump

Recall

Recall short poem

The men were pulled out from homes, died on road, burned to bones and ashes. At the behest of tall, unforgiving state. Compulsion of armchair and mansion distorts, the regrets of centuries. The stones, blameless flowers, spurting blood do not

Faces On The Wall

Faces On The Wall short poem

Faces on the wall… Are images of the mind! Formed by faithless moments – And of still born movements. Flutter of the breeze, In the silence of stiff leaves… All seems like a faded horizon, But still holding on to

Privileged

Privileged short poem

Some people always feel life lets them down, Maybe if they’d stop they would see, Just because I don’t wear a permanent frown, It doesn’t mean life’s been kind to me. I find it’s the ones who always complain, Are

Storming Out During Blackberry Season

Storming Out During Blackberry Season long poem

somewhere out on the island after a bitter flight one of those roads where they let the timber stand stuck to the blind undulations in the landscape peaks and troughs more or less permanent just an empty place for wildlife

Good Days

Good Days short poem

Everyone waits for good days to arrive Nobody knows where are those days Hope is only the melody of life Behind the horizon of sky Expectation is enriched in every heart Sufferings are overcome with distance of happiness Nobody knows

To Her

To Her short poem

To her once for whom, I soulfully lied, for whose glee then, the whole world was defied…. And when she said, people say ya… they say too, I promised her that, I will stay…. yes I do…. To her with

Shadows

Shadows long poem

“They told me they were leaving”, He said, with trembling hands. “I believed them but I shouldn’t have, They still taunt me every day.” Stories like these, numerous I’ve heard- Of shadows long and shadows dark. These voices, shrieks of

The Life Of A Tree

The Life Of A Tree short poem

The life of a tree starts from a seed, Be it an Oak, a Mahogany or even a weed; All it needs is a few drops of rain, sunshine and a little care, In a year or two, it would

What Shall I Be?

What Shall I Be? short poem

Shall I be a chameleon? In a way that Makes observers sick, Shall I uncunningly Side the slick? Shall I optimize my chance Echoing both The good or wrong stance Of who by unfair means Seized the rein of power

I Begin To Think

I Begin To Think short poem

Abdicating the shadows; totemic. I return back to dig up the buried- moon from the ruins of poetry. It benumbs. No response was coming from cajoling the black secrets- of time-cast. A storm was raging in a pack of emptiness.