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Submerged in doubt one floats carefree in aimless waters without hope of touching land. Tethered with guilt and regrets one tows his/her soul to a destiny of penance. Overt or clandestine, pain is no one’s gain if one can grasp
Switch blade cross bones Skulls branded in a dark forbidden mast Asylums howl of the mentally insane Grafted in my brain once again Demonic emblems viscous fighting soldiers Once again off again romance with tarot cards Alone petrified evil cavity
You said “You’re an inspiration” I look at you confused, For the words “She’s a drama queen” are all they ever used. You said “You have such focus” I wonder what you see, For they said I lack direction, don’t
Problems Belong to A huge, Closely-knit Family! When Problems come, They come With all their Relatives And distant relatives In tow! So, If you are Inviting problems, Be prepared for A huge guest list And a long stay!
Pity Party Come on down Entry is free With every frown Broken hearts welcomed Depressed souls too Even the desperate And lonely will do There’ll be an endless supply Of self loathing for sure Plenty room for crying On the
I accept my flaws, I forgive myself, I forgive my imperfections, both real and perceived. I gaze at me with love. I learn to appreciate my goodness. So what if it is fragmented. I embrace myself and I say,” I
I stare at the bride demure and dainty in her virginal veil. Lift my eyes a little to see her shed her modesty. Lusciously coquettish , an exotic eroticism as she sways to the rhythm of a wild vernal beat.
Silence never heard before, When we’re lost in the thoughts… Engulfs us into the lanes, Many battles where we’ve fought…! Just a drop in an ocean, A stranger among the mass… Hiding beneath this mortal corpse, With a heart made
There are indigenous children in every basket surly shopping at 10:00 PM as if single parents have taken refuge from the pounding rain among the long aisles of cheap goods, undifferentiated blue-white light. They want to go home there’s not
Like a brazen dancer of night. A phantom? With heart on chest; floating in air, like a death-scarf. You have donated the body for an angel- petrifying the moon. The hairy saint was unquiet, in a glass house. Who had
Time will arrive again, unfair Events will vanish and good days will come. You will forget your scary canvas where Dark pictures of your battered soul cause Misgivings of the sunny days and glum Thoughts, tension always wrecks your puerile
Well and they came by sea in the 17th century. They had the highest of hopes as they did come ashore the wild woodlands. And setting up housekeeping they were in the best of spirits in the beginning. But in
Sitting on an elevated hilly place on a bright sun shine day and gauging the far away sea , seeing its borders touching the skies, Watching the movement of vehicles down below on a well developed city with multiple sky
“So finally, he got talking, As if his patience had succumbed. The one who’s closest to me, Well, on a physical level, for sure; against whom I press my cheek. Who I’ve spent innumerable nights with. Sometimes, he brings along
Hello, Can anybody hear me? I’m calling out There is only an echo. Hello, Are you out there? I need to hear Someone answer. Hello. Can you feel it? The dark and loneliness Is surrounding me. Hello. Can you touch
blemish of the needle in eye spreads: do you still see the moon in the hills, outstripping the aura of midnight? resilient, waiting for a renaissance, for a finger on the lips in dark, to read the symptoms, feeling floral
We awake Wrapped arms around waist Feeling her fingertips against my flesh My heart against her back Smelling the follicles of her hair No words just moments of memories First conversation First smile First film Wishing we could hold on
Famelocked, sometimes he was talking to flowers, asking their names. In the house that never sleeps, infidelity brings the charm. Intense gravity excoriates the crotch. A supernova is born. Worlds apart, I am there, where you were not. A burnt-out
Ocean waves drift Walking through the sand Image of the lighthouse gazed upon my eyes I finally understand A mysterious beauty rising in the far distance I slowly approach the rusted, creeping entrance My hair waving with breeze, vacant and
In longest night of pitch-dark space you disappear like an arrow. No star brightens your face. Rumor was cruising like a bat on streets to capture the gullible victim on winter solstice. The snow was falling like sorcery. A little
Do you deem it courage? Or is it a kind of outrage Sparking off the blood-hued flares Igniting all particles of wrath present in the air Curses etched on the strips of little paper Nailed into the cloth flesh of
Sorrow & comfort, Opposite extremes. Wisdom invites each soul to those scenes. Terms of life are never all kind, riddled with strife, leave achieves behind. Highest expressions Can make one so tall, But unbridled grief will cause one to fall.
Vast emptiness preceded him, when he stood inside a glass on road. Sun did not contradict him, light had entered back in stars. Failed fingers knocked out the magnet. There was no reason. Pain in neck neglected for long now becomes time,
When I am alone in the ocean I can hear the echoes of my thoughts; they reflect off of seamless undulations of the majestically powerful sea. The alluring waves placate my subconscious – as if a doting mother rocking a
Wise folks say choose your passion in life and follow your dream Well I can proudly say, even though it took longer than expected, I did so it seems What could one be more passionate for than helping the youth,
I am here In the world of fantasies… No pain,no agonies. Oh, it’s beautiful!!! I bathe in the alluring sun’s rays. I do not remember all those betraying days. I have no tear in my eye For I have lifted
Mom. You always care for me so much with warmth of your love you are so caring Mom, you always live in my heartbeats with lights of spiritualism you are so glaring Mom, knowledge of humanity and wisdom I learn
I went into the jungle And what did I see? Bodies of soldiers, ours and theirs. I looked from the jungle And what did I see? Families of soldiers, ours and theirs. Standing at an airport Mom and dad waiting,
A fancy tale of fairies and wings, white worlds, blue stars, and cabbages and kings. Red dust, grey planet of quintessential beings, where the deaf hear melodies and the dumb man speaks. On fine wines, the fellows dine. All sass,
Every night this body becomes a dissecting knife a crime scene of blood and unstrung flesh, the lamb spreads the wool for a deadly charge of skull plate with a gift of mathematics a moon cutout in sky before the