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A Shadow moves in the corner of the eye, Sending a chill through the warm summer sky, Rustling trees seem to whisper your name, Doubling back from whence they came. Your footsteps match the thuds behind, You stop and turn
Paper shredding,streaming down like a waterfall at the side. Flowers begin to appear from the spring line. Mountains rise up from beneath the surface, no water at the bottom which will quench the path inside. Foaming with the hotness of
A bucketful of moon falls on my door with the smell of a salted night on frozen shoulders of a punctured landscape. I start expanding unseeing a sentimental lake. Life was asking a very high price for the purple bruises.
The symphony of you serenades I feel for the sound of touch My fingers caress the piano keys that are the gentle ridges descending your spine Violin strings resonate in the silk strands of your scented hair Your warm eyes
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
I miss you And I look for you among everyone I meet Someone’s smile reminds me of you Someone else’s laughter I hear your voice in someone I feel your scent elsewhere Everyone I meet reminds me of you And
Dreams. They could have been of concrete. Of bricks, with the mortar of motivation holding them together. They were once. But now, they are a deck of cards. A house of cards as a child would make in his spare
The human brain weighs three pounds. The human heart weighs eleven ounces. Human skin is seven hundreds of an inch thick. To know a human’s mind and heart takes time. It takes time to parse out the subtleties of their
Ghost and my girlfriend: She came closer and closer Just a millimetre away Her lips were from mine And the moment Was greater than fine I wanted to tell her my feelings Especially from last few days To disclose the
Swaying in my dream Of blissful tomorrow Bearing within future mine Dreaming the dreams of mother to be Days are small weaving for you A feather like sweater with a red bow Nights are longer as I think of you
When people like troubled flock, From next door or around the block, Come crashing on the rocks When hard times come Flashing alarms on their clocks, But their opportunity doesn’t knock Will you be there for them, to confide? Or
“And this, for the most beautiful lady in the world” taking the flower out, he said. Her eyes kept staring at him in amusement, and those eyes of hers already left him rapt. “Will you be my valentine?” kneeling down
I’ve ruined the knife set apparently, there were five and now there are four. ‘It’s not my knife set to diminish’, no ones mentioned the stain on the floor! Perhaps because I used bin bags, made an effort for which
Anti-howling receives the deserter. There was a mass breast-beating without any noise. The pugnacious jaw drops. Shows a frail sensitivity to tormented values – of invisible mirrors, shutting down the wolf’s face. An ancient spider jumps on your bronzed ego.
The blank page grinned at my emptiness.. Tears fell creating bluish islands… As my hand moved, the page bled hiding white spots; the remains of my love… Each droplet fading away to gloom; devoid of emotions.. I tried moving my
Low and behold those creatures cried and begged while the butcher cut their heads then he sells them part by part to her delicatessen Kidney pie, liver fry, sizzling heart and brain rated for their fat Hanging in freezer rooms
That smell brought memories that were long suppressed and locked away in the empty space where once her soul rested. The muted vacuum burst into a dark nothingness. He had forced himself into her the last time their gaze met.
Each morning she grants me the unique privilege of providing a smile on her face I know quite a bit about the simple things. To watch her walk in and delight herself with the croissant of open lips A splash
A speck of blue in the limitless black. The infinite of existence. All we know so finite. Like a fish in an aquarium whose universe consists of the aquarium and what little is observable in the immediate surrounding. The fish
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
In my mind’s eye, I see the humiliation of you. How you endured all that hatred of the world. As we sinned in glorious splender, with much to do You silently suffered and hurled Us towards salvation, as each hammer
The last glimpse of Amber and burgundy, After the bombing and the raid, As his flesh is kissed and licked away By pincers of roiling flame. His eyes finally flutter to a close, As he finally succumbs to his immortal
Blood dripping from the pages of history books, wartime pictures, dried bones, graveyard stones, torture weapons, memorial sites, echoing the atrocities which occurred at Auschwitz. Any poems that capture the glimmers and whispers of a rainbow in another season may
The setting sun had kindled the sky with oranges and reds Wobbling her way through the tactless crowd was a demure girl Avoiding the condescending eyes of the monsters upon her she tried to escape from the brutal reality Yet
Behold the scenes unfold herein in the theater of thy mind, Of distant lands and stormy seas or a truth you’re yet to find, While unseen gods and adolescent loves await to take the stage, For Friendly foes and departed
Beyond a world of chocolates and close bonds is a crossover to strength, screams, shoves, and worn out shoe plates.. strength to part with my system and garner the legitimacy to be counted as a survivor seems possible at every
Jim 1 Divorced from the outside world as if you have never heard changes in the back of my head egg shelled in design & form some may insist on cursing the very day they were born Dionysus was intigued
The heart a magnificent work of art, amazing in its design, if you follow it you will shine, cause it’s for much more than pumping blood it carries very real feeling of sympathy and love. It also has compassion in
Sometime, somewhere I will break into many moons – an oblique answer to a terrestrial question of a pale river. The heat is on, because of the fatal mistakes. Violence has pregnancy. Walls stand alone without a roof hauling the
”Shards Of Happiness” Happiness and contentment The best gifts of God, happiness Glitters in innumerable shards Writing verses gives immense Pleasure to bards, their quills are like the golden rods. Happiness is like a broken crystal ball, broken into pieces
Freedom means little till it is gone, Be it to live or the right to be born, Freedom determined by a series of letters, More than the absence of shackles and fetters, Freedom is blinded by those who receive, Who