Tag: poetry

  • High

    High

    the rivers are dry, so, your tears  aren’t just going to waste,  let me conquer  these days of darkness  and sink  into this dark ink so, no one may feel left out. I should compromise and leave the residues behind  but once  again, I fall deeper and these days, catch me on a flight so,…

  • Distracted Souls

    Distracted Souls

    Here where I stand There are many distractions, Wealth and power Love and lust Each one has its place But they took my heart so quickly Just like tobacco They have no warning. From the highest person To the lowest man, Each one has his day Every power without discipline They have no control Our…

  • Broken

    Broken

    The bottles fall to the floor in pairs, anti-depressants are a waste of your welfare  and therapy is another quack  to flare up buried sorrows.  Empty,  oh, I see,  this time, the world has turned against me,  I walk in shame  afraid someone might recognize me as another lame flack.  I whisper in shadows  scared…

  • What You Were

    What You Were

    The first time  your eyes clicked with mine I felt my walls being broken down, my worlds being torn apart, you were smart,  but your smile was far from your frown. You were as cold as ice,  and I thought I could be the fire, if only I had known the bridge burner also catches…

  • Frosted Over

    Frosted Over

    In my memory There are things I wish to forget, The silence of heartbreak The cold snares of pain And a voice so familiar All these my heart wishes to forget. They swim freely Like boats anchored at shore, My heart is but an easel A canvas born to express beauty But burnt in me…

  • Whispers Of The Silence

    Whispers Of The Silence

    The clock is silenced, The time isn’t, The pain is silenced, The memory isn’t. The thoughts are running wild Calling like a whimpering child, The tattered clothes are lying piled On a corner of the floor tiled. Messy hair, shattered glass, Bruises blue, numerous clues, Broken ribs, fractured hand, And blackened lips glued. Framed picture…

  • Luna Nova

    Luna Nova

    I sit above the bothersome grass that pokes in every direction Plates keep loading on top of my head Like I’m a gym rack that’s not to be used And as I gaze up into the vortex that has been swallowed by the luna nova, I think that even after I’ve been crushed by this…

  • A Constellation Of My Own Making

    A Constellation Of My Own Making

    I think I forgot something important—I forgot who I was. This morning, I poured a cup of sage tea and watched the golden sunrise spill across the sky. A drop of my essence returned to me. Somewhere, lost in the threads of time, I had left myself behind. But little by little, I gathered fragments…

  • Beyond The Seasons

    Beyond The Seasons

    Another year is at an end A year I can never hate, Ah, fate, your claws kept me adrift Yes, you made me see the light This year was a mystery A mystery I could never solve. In this year My thoughts escaped me, My voice became a target My senses drowned like stone Each…

  • Finding Our Way Back

    Finding Our Way Back

    Sometimes we lose sense of who we are for a while. We feel lost. Uncertain. Scared. Hopeless. But it is important to remember that what is lost can always be found. With a little bit of love. Light. And hope. We will someday soon find our way back. This was written by our contributing writer,…