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I feel your warm hands on me An intense touch, cold and lifeless Your eyes say what should be Our hearts united in perfect oneness But the light’s slowly cleared the shadow And my reality’s a lie so hollow I’ve
The Shadow of a Broken Word do you see? The Shadow of a Lifeless Entity Beneath your feet. The sunray hits your face where you glow, Shadowy tears on the other side so flow, Which you are afraid to show.
Before the spill there was soaring. And then anti-g. I readied myself for the ultimate fall. This was the poetry of submission sharing the pain of disillusionment. Who was pretending of liberation in a see-through heart? This was the time
Fuss and confusion; At the nearby café, a woman is hanged on her high velvet hat, concealing a left crossed-eye behind a piece of texture pretending transparency. A director with two extra-ordinary long sideburns points at an old man, who
Immersion in a regal carnage. Ash colored dawn was gang-raped. A bullet-ridden sexism shuts out the fame. Starts a chilling confession. O, my orion I adore your ruffled stance. Do not make a kill. Sunflower, why your seeds were participating
Grouse not for what you don’t have Enough you have which others don’t have when you can’t assess the value of what you have what is the use desiring things which you don’t have Value the life you have already
The South Americas Everyone in the South Americas make theft games Minus those who are truly poor Yes, my friend, life is so The most skillful keep from life all its fruits And the most naïve always end up with
After rolling the story of wrong sex by teeth the sheen comes off the subway and a hanging moon starts rotating a lonely earth. I was afraid of rumors, they were snowballing. The particles were dismayed at medieval thinking so
When the head begin to reel under the burning sun When the tongue gets dried up in the scorching sun When the body spills sweat like floods due to heat of the Sun When the life become unbearable by the
Moving softly down the stairs with Isa holding tightly to her mother’s hand. Leanora was looking to the left and the right across the large hallway The thought of leaving her home was so horrendous to her . There was
The life of all companies starts with an idea, much like planting a seed that begins the life of a single tree. The tree slowly develops and occasionally produces a leaf, while all alone primarily a leafless tree. The tree
Monster lurking around each corner awaiting the moment of absent mind to strike a venomous thing this is knowing just how to bite dripping with venom it sits and waits with a smirk it glares over to confirm the pain
Love is as snow cast from December’s gray ceiling heavy with joy Reigning white smiles upon Us We… two in deepest warmth.. mittens entwined.. legs touching as we stand watching Winter’s crystals dance briefly in heavenly descent Within each imagined
You are golden Like the mysteries Of a lost, lonely jungle, A photographed crowd At a Victorian ball, A heatwave in spring, The laughter of wild animals, A winding ancient path That leads to a fortified town – The clown
Every day I pass by your window, Half expectant of seeing you there, Lost in thoughts As you always were, I wish I would chance upon, Catch a glimpse, Of an unexpected tear, Rolling down to smear Your pretty face.
Thinking, contemplating my current situation. Scared. The lights of the city are turning down. From this view I can see everything. I’m watching her come down for the night. Helping me to not come down alone. Slowly, dying together. From
Quintessential to feed brilliance is a walk inside one’s sphere. It is a mirror that lets you in on how one looks on the outside. but never how they are from inside. Ubiquitous are your eyes and thoughts as you
Everyday I feel and wish, But it never goes away… This eccentric loneliness of mine, Looks like is here to stay… Words can’t describe this feeling, As it grows stronger, With each passing day… But things will get better, Give
His curves on my bends, My space filling his gaps. Our bodies fit together, Like the perfect answer to a question, I didn’t even know existed. The lazy rise and fall of our chests, Harmonizing into a steady rhythm. “Come
I believed it…. The hate was gone… I felt so strong… Deeply deceived… That monster inside…. Still alive…. I’m chained to this grief…. But this truth is relieving… My darkness is peace… Under this smile… Lies the wrath of a
first there’s feeling what is there can’t be rushed but sure can be ignored been doing that most of my life who would have thought that trying doesn’t help and stopping does so every once in a while I’m quiet
A mad resurgence of fake locks paralyzes the arched doors of the hidden walls, where the roses squirm under the false kisses of a red moon; they came again to police the blinds. The mother digs up the charred body
I have a laughing mirror, When a wave of pride, Far from the humble banks, Attacks my body, Attacks my soul, Disturbs my balance, I see my face, In the laughing mirror. I have a laughing mirror, When ugliness of
I’ve lived in your heart for three years. My payments were always before time. If I made too much noise I assure you I didn’t know. My foot steps are often loud, the neighbor beside me keeps his music up.
A weeping willow was telling a trove of memories, for an ancient provenance where the lake sleeps. Why the sheen of water brings out ephemerality of ‘if’. You want to take a holy dip, never to come up again in
The pain still looms you have drifted away like clouds in vast sky still I can feel your touch You are near to me still so far like a butterfly carried in strong winds memories etched in my heart cannot
The green leaves of weeping willow,on the lawns, Blocking my sky view, The natural leaves’ curtains covering my bed room windows. But at least I can watch beautiful birds and butterflies Hopping and chirping on trees branches. A beautiful squirrel
An ode to Bhimsen Joshi You sing to the earth, it’s minerals, it’s metals, it’s pure stones. You sing to the earth, it’s sand, the yellow sand, the red sand, it’s rivers of sorrow, the waves, the waves that no
There are millions of voices that are silenced From trafficking, slavery, and exploitation. Not just overseas, in third world countries, But right here in our very own nation. There are millions of tears that spill to the earth Of those
These long forgotten heroes forfeit homes Recall their glory while salvation roams They fight in vain get nothing in return Our life is smoking, their’s just slowly burn Remember watching freedom’s wondrous stand But never spare a dime for empty
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
Ghosts dance dark in hallowed places, see them wear familiar faces? With their art my calmness chases and I can quit them not at all. Whirling to some music haunted, dancing while my mind is taunted I bolster but they