Fire and ice fill these veins, dreams
are no longer sufficient to quell the
turbulent tides that quarrel within.
Deep within butterflies dance out
of sync, and the heartstrings await
the magical fingers of the harpist.
Solitudes aura is cold and clammy,
there is a dark side to this loneliness
that I cannot comprehend, it leaves
me wanting. This lonely castle wall
where so many poets have cast their
words, thrown their hearts to a new
horizon or a setting sun, is where I
await the tide that brings you forth.
For I know you are real, we have
touched in another time, drank the
wine, made love, danced the dark
hours in passion. Dim my vision
since you waltzed these eyes, my
Queen come to me, come with
haste, fill these arms, fill this
heart, kindle the fires and melt
the ice. Bring me stars , bring me
paradise, give me lips as soft as
snow, give to me your love and
these castle walls would crumble
before your smile. Patiently I
stand these walls, scanning the
seas for that sail that conveys our
union, lonely but so in love.
Copyright © Daniel Cheeseman | Year Posted 2010
I stood by your graveside this cold winters day.
A heart broken with sorrow that won’t go away.
I called out your name and shed many a tear.
And hoped in my heart that you would appear.
God took you from us that fine sunny morning.
Our lives now shattered without any warning.
Your work here on earth has finished this year.
Your books and teachings you spread far and near.
It was a pleasure to know you for sixty odd years.
And when my time comes I will have no fears.
You will be waiting to greet me as oft times before.
When I call to your house and knock on the door.
Each night when I lay my head down to sleep.
I will ask the lord your soul to keep.
And if you find any time away from your books.
Look kindly on me as I walk in those woods.
Copyright © Patrick Ronan | Year Posted 2007
wildly flapping of wings unseen
around this crying head
where eyes are no more
and mouth a wide silence
where ears hear only madness
while mind is anywhere but sane
Violence throws me out of bed
every night on legs that collapse
forgotten they don't work
lugging, tug drag into
they fly around
Eyes unsee, ears unhear, mouth unscream
If I am insane
Why can I describe this
January 3, 2017
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017
tum bhi toh abhi khamosh ho aur hum bhi
aur na jaane kya kehti hai yeh khamoshi...
uss din jab tum mile the humse yeh nahi pata tha ki yeh mulaquaat hogi
aur mehsoos hua tha tab ek dard dil mein jab tut gaya humara woh benaam
sa rishta aur phir ban gaya ek naya rista lekin yeh nahi pata tha ki, yeh naya
rista hoga yeh khamoshi...
haan kuch lamhe ki thi yeh galatfehmi ki awaaz lekin jab tut kar giri yeh awaaz
kaanch ki tarah , toh bikar gayi aur ban gayi yeh khamoshi...
kuch sawal the tumhare jiske jawab tab nahi the paas humare, aur jo the sawal
humare woh kahin dab gaye aur bankar rahi gayi yeh khamoshi...
kabhi agar phir se mann main aaye yeh sawal tumhare toh padh lena meri yeh
aur jawab phir bhi na mile toh padh lena humari inn aankon main ,jahan boonde
bankar behti hai yeh khamoshi....
nahi thi galti tumhari jo tum hume samajh nahi paye...
naa hi thi galti humari jo tumhe hum samjha bhi na paaye , phir waqt beeth ta
sa chala gaya aur reh gayi yeh khamoshi...
ab toh subah se shyaam aur shyaam se raat beet jati hai,waqt bewaqt dil main
dard ke toofan sa uth ta hai ,phir bhi chup rehti hai tumhari aur meri yeh
kehna hai toh bahut kuch tumse magar kahun bhi toh kaise jab humare vich hai
jaane anjaane jo dard maine diya hai tumhe aaj phir woh dard batati hai
tumhari yeh aankhein aur tumhari yeh khamoshi...
ab itne tut gaye hain hum bhi ki bas yehi khwahish reh gayi ki tut jaye yeh sab
doori aur bol uthe yeh khamoshi...
Copyright © Rojalin Rose | Year Posted 2014
IN THIRTY-FIVE MINUTES
The angels are rushing and running left to right,
they are careful as wounded-soldier eyes plead
as thirty-five minutes ago...
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Earth-quaking are the sounds. On the dance floor
is a number of halcyon Romeo and Juliet swaying smooth
under an umbrella of blinking lights: red and green.
Clinks! Clinks from tossed liquor filled glasses
with loud chats and laughter crowd the air when---
tenacious shakes strike and slip their ground.
Spiky trembles trip on spines, pounds grip hearts
as the mad shaking earth beneath brawls and growls.
They wanted to jet fly but they are tight trapped
to a web of disaster. Satanic is this villain.
Outside, sleeping pipes spurt! Shocked current wires fire!
Anxious buildings cracked! Worried bridge fell apart!
Disturbed waves began their tidal rolls, higher and higher
as they land the shore. Thunder and lighting rule the skies,
sad helpless clouds cry and cry flooding everywhere...
Passed the thirty-five minutes, stinky is the breeze
ragged dirty doll-like bodies are strewn all around...
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Contest Name Death and Dying
9:27 pm, June 28, 2015
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015
? ...GONE... ?
I never knew until that moment how bad it could hurt
To lose someone you never really had,
Days can be tough and at times cruel
To much for one to bear alone..
I was hoping that you would say
If I feel that I can't hold on any longer,
You'll take my hand and we'll go through it until together.
When the time comes, that if I can't stand on my own again
And I won't need you anymore, I will let go.
I will let go, if that would make you happy..
If you're lonely and your heart feels empty,
Just tell me and I will step inside.
But if One Day, you'll be needing that space for someone else
Don't worry and gladly I will give in my space..
Like in a painful, sad love story
It's amazing how easily to fall inlove with someone,
Who simply smiles, talks or stare at you
The only hard thing to do is to make that person fall for you.
They say that time heals all wounds, but all it's done so far
is give me more time to think about how much I miss You..
Okay, so maybe time heals most wounds, right?
Then why does it feel like it?
The wound is getting bigger and bigger every second.
Maybe Love is just a beautiful dream, and then we wake up..
Just as they always say when somebody leaves
When love is lost, do not bow your head in sadness,
Instead keep your head up high and gaze for the stars.
For that is where broken hearts have been sent to heal..
What is the opposite of Two?..
...A lonely me, A lonely You...
They say relationships are like glass
That sometimes it's better to leave them broken
Than risk hurting oneself in trying to put it back together.
Lost in my heart, lost in my mind, I'm lost in your eyes
Entire days, weeks, months, ...a blur...
Flickers of light in the darkness
Only to be enveloped in shadow once more.
And yet within the shadows of pain
Might be the faint flicker of love once fel,t
And that could make all the darkness worthwhile
Because a single "I Love You"
Is worth more than a thousand goodbyes..
I'm tired my Beloved..
of chafing my heart against the want of you,
Of squeezing into little inkdrops and writing it.
Ask me why I keep on loving you
When it's clear that you don't feel the same way for me.
The problem is that as much as I can't force you to love me
I can't force myself to stop loving you..
So I tell myself sometimes..
'Count the gardens by the flowers, never by the leaves that fall.
Count your life with smiles and not with tears that roll." ..
Though sometimes, these tears say all there is to say
And the scars don't ever fade away,
I am thankful that for a moment
I once met You, I once felt you look my way.
I once felt You within me, in my heart and mind
I once was happy and alive with You
I once Loved you and still Loving You... xoxo
P.S ..KYHYCYILY.. always.. ? ? ?
Copyright © Anna Lo | Year Posted 2012
How I wish to abandon my guilt
to live in silence,
without leaving any trace or space
for anyone to catch me.
How I wish to run towards the ocean
drown my emotions,
my past memories thorough,
through the distance.
How I wish my priceless love dwells
in the silence of the night,
when my teary eyes feels
my children`s undying spark
without any doubt.
How I wish to abandon
my speechless fear,
run to unlock my love
lock them in the unknown,
to remain honest to my fame.
Everything is crumbling,
my inner fatigue,
my wounds that speak
without hearing a sound,
and my scars that smell bitter.
How I wish I could race away
as I want to live far from whom
Take a boat in a rush,
even with a risk of drowning
remains in my mind.
How I wish I could dream
of a wider dream
to wake up with me in the morn,
stand amazed and free again
to rearrange my life,
hide my biggest secret
and piece together
my coming days.
How I wish I could run away.
27 May 2014
Copyright © Therese Bacha | Year Posted 2014
Close your eyes for awhile my friend, I heard there lies a moon far behind the black sky, I heard lovers were dancing beneath, can you hear them singing? I can feel their tipsy steps making rhymes on floor, and smell of perfumes filling the air, I heard a sun rises to brighten up their world, and birds do sing them charming melodies at morning, they say they have roses in colors and beautiful trees in the streets, and have they told you about the sea yet? They say it smells so wonderful and the delicate air of seas caresses their cheeks with soft wet breezes, oh my friend, what have we seen in the dark but the fragile ghosts that we are!
“Hush” whispered to me, “I lighted up a moon inside my heart and I smell lilies and jasmine in my nose, my dreams play tunes my heart dance on, they speak to me all night and there I see a starry night floats above, I feel the warmth of a sun in my soul as it hugs tight, whispering to me hymns of love and joy, lightening candles for hopes which had accompanied me amongst the dark, why have you closed your eyes my friend? Look through the colorful roses I painted for you with eyes wide open, let the lights off so you would see clearer, let the lights off so you can brighten up the world that hides with you, for my friend, what have we seen in the dark but the free spirits that we have become!
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Copyright © Samar Saleh | Year Posted 2013
Should I die before you miss me
I spend my days dreaming about you
Dreaming about how good it felt just to be around you
I miss the smell of your hair; your smile and your sweet face
ShouId I die before you miss me
I want you to know I love every inch of you.
The love that i have for you even gods envy it.
Wherever I will be if I am allowed to envelope my heart;I will stamp it and address it to you.
You gave me hope when there was no hope
You gave me strength when I was losing the fight
Should I die before you miss me
I want you to know I would have changed everything about me so that I can be with you
You made me whole; when I was just a lost piece of the chess game
You became my queen and protected me like a King deserves
In anger I send you away
So should I die before you miss me
I need you to understand that you are the only one that can bring the sun to me .You are the only one that can make my name rest in the comfort of the sun. You're the only one that can let my soul dance in the grass .Should i die before you miss me i want you to know i will not rest till I find a way to walk into the corridors of your heart again.
written by Tawona M Ranganawa
Copyright © Tawona Mzila Ranganawa | Year Posted 2014
Eleven – “Novelism: The-Newness-of-the-Old”
(for: Deborah Guzzi, my poetess-commentator)
… & the argument continues
… That nothing new exists of itself in Nature is now a widely reputed view. Nothing is new
but for the very thought of its novelty! Yet, the Newness-of-the-Old, an idea which I call
Novelism, permeates the entire horizon of the anti-novel ferment of our Age of Fashion.
It is true that Nature is full of repetitions; Creative Repetitions, of course! If not
History would have died repeating the same tales. However, it isn’t true that Nature is so
reluctant in giving us new things. We would rather contend that through her seeming
change-less fixtures, Nature shows her constant dynamism. Yes, all these fixtures, the
endemic sufferings of her staticism, celebrate her novelty in endless forms.
O, think of them: of all the activities of the Mortal star, Man; of his crafts: those
apparent webs of his genial faculties that applaud him as the Genius of Creation – what is
so old & traditional but our ordinances of Sleep & Wake, Work & Feed, & other vigilant
demands of our cultures? & what isn’t tempered with our spirit of fashionism in such
Nature may, then, be afraid of innovation & be accused of abject conservatism, only by
those who are lazy to follow her rhythmic changes. Everywhere these rhythmic drums beat so
When we think of the joyous travails of the Sun; of the virginous reputation of the Moon;
of the crudity of the beast; of the swift & endless voyage of moving waters into Seas &
Oceans; of the swift slippery driving styles of the Fish; of the Sky laughing at the
endurant soils of our Earth; of the Seasons in their equilibrium songs; of the ever-happy
& singing Birds – what notes of dynamisms we hear! & in neglecting such notes, aren’t we
heading for a dance of the heroic pessimism?
While we consciously neglect the novelties in a society by demanding for a kind of
novelty, aren’t we adding to the Crises of Nature? – but, Nature’s personality can’t be
forced to possess unnatural garments that we extend! Then, let Ideas possess the Society,
not Individuals! Ideas lead to newness, although, ideas are created by men; men go out of
the Stage more swiftly than their ideas. If the Idea rules the Setting rather than the
Voice of Man, then Novelism, the-Newness-of-the-Old, would thrive; & thriving, she could
bear her drivers, the men of ideas, along the paths of Innovation!
(… & the argument continues)
Copyright © Canny Amah | Year Posted 2010
Shaky steps prevail when I proceed down further,
Cloudy skies overcast when I want a clear weather,
Good that it rains for it hides the tears as it crawls,
Down the cheeks and then to the ground as it falls,
I smile even when I cry looking up at the sky,
For I am a vagabonded chap forbidden to fly.
I often stay awake all night to see the sun rise,
Hoping to be strong and a bit more wise,
With the same old sun brings a new day of hope,
I want life to get addicted to the happiness dope,
But hopes remains and sadness again creeps,
When I overlook the past with mere lonely peeps.
I can here prank chats and back biters tease,
For the coffin of my soul that I took on lease,
They pin me each second to check my breath,
They measure me each day to upgrade the coffin breadth,
I know the world doesn't want me around,
When there are many wise men to surround.
I know my value isn't much than that a pebble in a pot,
I know my value as I don't pretend to be what I am not,
But I am also a being with flesh and blood,
I also drown when the world suffers flood,
I am also harmed with earth facing trauma and disaster,
I know I am a slave so I never try to be anyone's master.
Copyright © Prasenjit Chowdhury | Year Posted 2015
In my life I often feel I am alone; alone in my thoughts, alone in my musings, alone in my day-to-day movements and unsatisfying activities. I move like a ghost through hallways and down sidewalks, unnoticed and, at times, gratefully so.
I do not wish to be eternally alone. I long for togetherness. But despite this desire for a real connection, I find myself regularly retreating from that temperamental beast that is human interaction.
“Come on now, sweetheart. Don’t lower your head. Don’t look away. Look up! Smile at someone! No! Don’t go back into your bedroom. Don’t lock the door! Why are you doing this?” my brain will plea.
I can’t help myself. Aloneness is comfortable. In being alone, I don’t have to worry about anyone but myself. I don’t have to please anyone else. I can think anything I want, wear anything I want, listen to anything I want, and laugh at anything I want.
And still there remains that nagging desire to be loved and wanted and needed by somebody. I do not know the feeling of being truly desired. I do not know what it is like for someone to crave my company, my smile, my kiss, or my touch.
But I would like to…
I cannot make someone love me or like me or want me in some primal way. It may hurt, but I cannot make that handsome boy want to hold my hand or brush my hair back behind my ear. I can only struggle on. I can only work within myself. I can only try every God damn day to hold my head up, keep my eyes fixed ahead, a give the world the best smile I have. I and I alone can bring myself out of the safety of my bedroom and into the bright world that lies beyond that locked door.
I often find myself alone with nothing more than my thoughts and the ever-strong glow of a computer screen. But no longer will aloneness be the constant in my life. It is true that never having known the caress of a man’s hand on my thigh doesn't make me any less of a woman, but I fear that if I stay confined within myself much longer I will begin to become less of a human. A flower cannot grow if it retracts its leaves and petals every time it feels the warmth of the sun or the kiss of a gentle spring rain.
And I want to grow. I want to grow so tall and blossom so big and beautifully that every place on earth is touched by my shadow at some point in the day. And I will grow. I will push myself and share myself with the world, and finally
know the closeness and comfort of love and honest, unabashed companionship.
Copyright © Molly McCarthy | Year Posted 2013
I too am smitten,
On thy lustrous glow;
Cologne of thy juvenility,
Is so stupendous;
None can stop,
Thee strewing in ambiance,
My boggle is,
These moments of love,
May or may not last;
May leave me in loneliness;
Will be bereft,
For thy love;
Will be shattered,
If don't stay my side;
I too am enamoured,
If Sun sets down,
Behind the veil of moon,
© Sadashivan Nair
Copyright © sadashivan nair | Year Posted 2016
As all I’d ever termed wondrous bliss unexpectedly died -
As my fantasy of a reality with destruction did collide -
My hopes shattered around me like glass in countless pieces,
Fragments suspended in mocking beauty as time freezes…
The clock hand ticks forward and it all crashes to the floor
My knees hit rock-bottom when I could take no more
All I now see is blackness where once there was color
Gone appears the light from the sun and its fervor…
I begin to walk away from the pond of shattered dreams
But the glass is in my clothes and cutting through my heart, it seems
Perhaps I am too close, the smoke is clouding my full view-
Glance up at the tower, instinctively know what to do…
Run up the steps; one, two,three hundred endless stairs
And I barely catch my breath, or have time to fill lungs with air -
Before the ground beneath my feet crumbles into sand
Loud thunder above me rumbles as I fall back down on land…
And I hit rock-bottom again
Thinking this must be the end
For surely no human can go through this pain
And still see rainbows through the rain…
The whole world seems gray and black tonight
With not a speck of pure, identifiable white in sight
Nothing is untouched, gone is everything -
Then how do I glimpse in that crack a thin white string?
Among the dirt, surely this uncorrupted clean string is not real
But just to verify the hopeless doubts, I reach out a hand to feel
And to my electric surprise, it’s most tangible indeed
I yank it out attached to a note, uncrumple it and read:
“Verily, with every hardship comes ease” [Quran 94:6]
That white thread...
Copyright © Aya Salah | Year Posted 2013
My face in these eyes;
Shining towards the sky all the time
My shape is a novel with thousands of chapters.
My hair is a forest of thoughts.
My eyes are decades of worry.
My lips are opened door.
My ears receive the howls of the wind.
My nose is a statue looking for lost spirit.
My body is too weak as Hercules was not,
My heart is arrested there searching for freedom.
My back is affected by the past as an ancient wall.
My hands are wings of bird have just escaped from a trap.
My feet are quickly driving me towards the future.
To nowhere I’m running without fixed level.
I’m sentient enough with my semblance.
My face on the mirror;
I watch a tidy man’s scene with many interpretations.
Have a gaze at; it is deep and brightening.
Realize the motivation:
What really goes on with this reflection?
There would be no disturbance;
Just give that white pen.
I will write about your beauty.
I would show some reality about this mood.
How mysterious are the man and I?
Do not take us with you in this heat time,
Do not push us inside your dreams.
You will see such dusk,
Due to the night is so dark.
And I’m just a night bird.
My face on the murmuring stream;
Wet and dry, it is alternative all the time.
Do you like this race?
All this vitality is carelessly being wiped away,
Looking forward the oblivious chair
Who has the key of stopping the tragedy?
It is forevermore, a simple destiny-
Not imagination but messy
It causes a bit horror inside the iron core.
What is beyond the mountains?
The needles in the smooth path are confusing the soul.
The soul is still running wild under lovely trees.
Trees are inside scary jungle.
Though, there is an exit.
I’m fixed in my way,
And I’m fixed in my way.
Copyright © Kanour Med | Year Posted 2013
Since when have you been speaking?
Like a thunder you have been
In which language have you been teaching?
Like a master you had seen
My son saying what you think costs life
From where are you accent? Bantu land
My son, from where did you fall? Zongo
In doing what you can’t say, Mpungo a Ndongo
Saying what you cannot do, Yalukeni
Until you suffer silence that can hear sound.
Silence, I say silence, pray and cry, this is it
Since when do you shout, trying to fit in and out?
Like a comedian you try to insert tears in eyes
In which tone can you cry to tell this story?
Kulu Mbimbi tells her story better than you do
My son wipe out your tears, use your ears
Learn to silence your frustration, be silent
Go read, I have been there before you. I am silent
Crowding, shouting, thinking what you will say
The cost of bloody confrontation to the line of death
Just write out your emotion, bring in your commotion
Until you sleep, wait, silence, I say be silent, use it
Use silence to speak to teach to sleep, you are still
Since when have you been writing your voice?
On unrest and no rest you stood stages of speech
In which weapon have you been fighting, struggling?
Wrestling winning, my son was not reading on time
It takes silence to read time, be on time, leading on time
Silence I say, silence, grandfather Mandela is resting
Copyright © ISAAC KINZAMBI | Year Posted 2016
We cut out our windows so they'd match the pattern in the stars we'd fall asleep looking at
screaming your name over and over only produced tears and a ruptured larynx
Whispering it only tore down the walls that held us together
of all the mistakes I've made
the worst one was when I said I loved myself when in the end I was the worst friend I ever had
her teen years were spent mostly on her knees
holding two jobs
split between boys cars and church pews
If I loved you any more it would turn into hate
or maybe it's already there
at this point I'm not sure
we speak in riddles sometimes
almost asking questions but never failing with backhanded compliments and floor ridden apologies
I had the best time of my life in April
a night when all I did was break my own heart
it was at that point I knew for sure I had one
Copyright © K.M North | Year Posted 2015
While at work each day I call to you
From the deep places inside my mind
My heart calls out to you my dearest
Because I feel lonely at this time
Especially in the early morning hours
When your kiss lies fresh on my lips
I think of calling you silently within
For the sweetness of your love I miss
And it never seems a passing feeling
For it seems to last throughout the day
Because every time I think of your love
Your smiling image quickly comes my way
Those times I am wishing we're together
And at work I no longer have to stay
So I can feel the embrace of your arms
While your Kiss takes my sadness away
Copyright © Wendell Brown | Year Posted 2015
Seven years I’ve been waiting for
A Christmas with you I wish for
Just like the other years that passed by
My wish for Christmas never gone by
A thought bothered my mind
How do you feel fine?
How do I feel fine?
If it breaks your soul it breaks mine.
Everything you have to sacrifice
A tear drops in your eyes
I wish I could make it dry
But I too can’t stop myself to cry
I hope he will grant my wish
If not now, maybe next year
I would still be waiting here
The same wish that I wished.
Copyright © jaycel frances tamayao | Year Posted 2013
When you first said you were in love, we were standing at the edge of the sea, just you and me and the sand beneath our feet, staring out over the water to where the sun and sea meet.
You said you were in love with a girl who had shipwrecks in her smile, and eyes like a storm. The kind of eyes that every once in a while, would clear into the bluest of skies, and you could fly away right into them.
I couldn't bring myself to look up at you, so I just looked at the water that kisses my toes, because god only knows that a boy like you could never be talking about a girl like me. But then you said my name, and I swear no one will ever be able to say it the same way you did, and I couldn't stop myself from looking at you and smiling just a bit. And you just had to say the worlds that stopped my heart for the second time that day, "there it is, that shipwreck of a smile..." And in that moment in time, everything was just fine.
But baby, if only you knew what a shipwreck the rest of me was.
Because I loved you like the ocean loves the shore, a love that makes you constantly come back for more. And you loved me the way the morning sun loves the dew on a leaf, in the brief moment it's there, the sun makes the dew shine and sparkle like something brand new, but all to quickly, it dries up and is gone.
And now I realize that I could never make you stay.
Because when I showed you more than my shipwreck smile, and you saw shipwreck that was my soul that had sunk to the bottom of the ocean, you knew I was far to broken... And you left me here, with sand in my bed and a hurricane in my head.
Because I loved you with every drop of water in the sea, but you never took the time to learn how to swim... Instead you crawled out of the surf and walked down the beach, just out of my reach, until I was left alone with my shipwrecks and sand castle home.
So my blue eyes have turned back to gray, and I'm back at the edge of the sea. But this time there is no you, all there is, is me. And now its bittersweet, that I can feel the same sand under my feet as I dive into the waves and swim away to the place where the sun and sea meet. Maybe I'll find you there, at the place where the sun and sea meet.
Copyright © Allie Rosenthal | Year Posted 2015
Days became weeks,
Weeks became months,
And gradually months turned into years…
God, what did I learn over the years?
What did my relationships teach me?
Each one was special,
Was love a mirage?
An adjustment between two people…
I truly don’t know…
What lessons my heart learnt?
That it was best to invest in self,
Rather than waste your time on others…
It is a far greater grief,
To have a man’s love,
And then lose it,
I befriended pain in the process,
It became an integral part of my life,
Inherent to me…
Wish If I could go back in time,
And erase the whole experience,
Had I never met some,
I would not have to
Go through so much of hurt,
Was the experience worth it?
I truly don’t know…
It kind of left me,
An outcast in my own eyes
Hard to put my past behind me,
But it always intrudes into my present,
Everyday is a silent struggle
Quiet yet turbulent,
Tough to explain
Looking back now,
I don’t blame anyone,
I am the writer of my own fate,
I let others exploit my innocence,
I was emotionally weak then,
And that’s where I went wrong…
Did bitter experiences,
Make me a better human?
A sort of discovering
My latent strengths,
Did destiny stimulate?
A burning passion in me
To improve myself,
Did it transform?
The breeze into a tempest,
Did it turn?
A dull fable into a masterpiece,
It helped me,
To emancipate myself,
From the shackles of relations…
Copyright © Vinaya Joseph | Year Posted 2015
Why So Sad?
Why do you look lonely,
Bereft and so, so sad?
Has someone been quite nasty?
Have you been really bad?
What lies beyond your haunted eyes,
Your melancholy stare?
Do you want to tell me what it is?
Do you want to take me there?
Your doleful gaze cements your face,
Your shoulders hanging low.
Do you want to tell me what it is?
Or would you prefer that I go?
I stand transfixed, absorbing your pain,
My breath is quick and light.
Do you want to tell me what it is?
What causes your terrible plight?
What demons grasp your very soul?
Why do they steal your smile?
Do you want to tell me what it is?
This cruel and evil bile.
Can you see through your vacant gaze?
Do you know that I am here?
Do you want to tell me what it is?
And explain what monsters are near?
What has sucked the life from you?
Who have you become?
Do you want to tell me what it is?
What nefarious deed has been done?
Copyright © Gaynor Morris | Year Posted 2013
(Apropos Soon Come)
Heard the chichi budo singing
in the banana walk; heard
the burro braying; and
the mongoose roaming the coop;
smelled the aroma of roast breadfruit,
ackee and salt fish; and
felt the icy cold air tease
the warmness of my body.
Then came the off-beat
pitter patter of raindrops falling
on the roof top, drowning away the dream:
washing me back to the shore of this distant reality.
Self imposed exile rivals
only that of being a refugee;
the thought eased by employment
of the more dignified term---expatriate.
Mocking Odysseus, we wander
the haphazard journey; sadly seeking
stolen ways back to the womb of our beginnings.
Digging deep down into the sacred screaming soul
of myself, I pray and implore almighty Jah---
mek mi not become a of Sisyphus:
Jesus, mi’a crave ‘ome.
Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2015
Shivers my heart, by the sound of thunder,
In the world of darkness, alone the soul wander,
The twilight that has no string of light,
Seems its brightness is eaten by night,
Frightened, every particle, every life and the nature,
I find the world no longer has a nomenclature,
All my directions lost, ways surrounded only by monsters and ghost,
Sails my ship in the deepest sea, with no sign of the coast,
The storm of life which is obstructing my route,
Rain! my only partner which makes me sooth,
When no one recognized drops of water from my eyes,
You were the one who showed me where another world lies,
You changed my route, my life and brought back the hope of light,
Without you i would have never seen the sun so bright.
Waiting for my wrecked, sunk voyage to come ashore in the sun,
Sweet heart! move on, because I am now forever the lost one....
-'Panchi' Panchal Hitesh D.
(for more please visit: www.reckonhp.blogspot.in)
Copyright © Hitesh Panchal | Year Posted 2014
There is a hand out there
and it is named Love;
don't be alarmed,
for she is a lovely hand and she smiles at you,
yet I can't find her to save my life.
If you find that hand called love,
please could someone shake it for me,
yes- please shake it for me.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2014
How could this be.
He said I was perfect,
As he looked at me.
A common misconception...
A deadly lie he told
Now I'm a rejection?
I lie hear so cold.
My vision blurs,
So does my life.
Nobody who cares
His future wife
But that was all gone.
Sweat rumbles of frustrated birds,
escape and now rumble in my mind.
Thousands and thousands coming in herds,
Why so hurtful, please be kind.
Love is harmful and so blind,
Pay it's price or forever hide.
Copyright © Liomah Hulme | Year Posted 2014
It is unspoken
me in my rocking chair
and you -so calm and temperate
the same question every night
your answer belated
but it’s alright, I know you’ll be back.
I can’t force myself to be forthright
but this excruciating pain overtakes me
this malady I cannot escape
I let it be, for you always come back.
It is a sign of how far we’ve gone
when you are belied by my smile
and you don’t notice my crestfallen glance
I focus on swallowing, and avert my eyes.
When you return,
you’d kiss my check
murmur your apology
give a specious reason
turn away, and head to bed alone
your muscles are taut when you say goodbye
I nod, and note the time.
“be safe,” I whisper, voice dry and small.
I wait for you to leave, then wait for you to return.
but you didn’t. Not that night. Nor the next.
Never allowing any thoughts to
gestate in my mind,
You wouldn’t leave.
Even if I had become different.
I could weather through this.
but I didn’t.
I remained there, waiting, like always.
slowly wasting away
and I closed my eyes for a moment
shutting the vision of the trash can out
the one with blood stained tissues.
July 9th, 2015
Copyright © Bre Varzena | Year Posted 2015
As she clutched the embroidered paper, she wept, observing her tears sprinkle as they percussed the paper. Watching her droplets marinate, she was reminded of a certain pebble she tossed across the waters upon a heavenly cloud as a child, glancing at it in its attempts to clutch the current as it shimmered across the creek. Brushing the wandering dew from her cheeks, she peered sullenly towards the window as the snow danced in its patter against the mirrored pane. Bravely, she stood, aware of her head as it lowered in overcast almost to its own accord. As she grasped the stool beside her, she hurried, wearily, and approached the window and forcefully opened it. As she liberated the air, she sympathised with the tender wind that kissed her cheeks as it lost its direction. Befallen, she succumbed to the tearful weight her eyes whimpered and gracefully fell upon her bed, clutching the silken overlays as she swooned like an osprey with an artistic temperament. Hiding herself between two pillows in a divine light, she glanced up to the tapestries as they moved gleefully to the melody of the moonlight's breeze and the howls of forsaken souls lost in the lands afore. As she focussed on the symmetrical elegance and the rich refinement of tragedy, only then did she realise that art was the only way to run away without leaving her home.
Copyright © Benjamin David | Year Posted 2013
I am what you call a hopeless
But im also a lost lovers cause, my
heart belongs to another
Yet in my head a love triangle starts
to form, the girl I love doesn’t love
She holds the heart to another and
mine caged to the floor,
She isn’t afraid to fight for what she
wants, not even when it comes to
leaving another man torn
Trust me she’s happy, as that boy
holds her heart ever so close
Seeing what I shouldn’t I smile as I
wear my blind fold,
Blind to everything around, lifeless
staring into air
My train of thought running so fast,
the second I stop you’ll hear a crash
Derailing my hope, for ever finding a
love so pure & rare
Wishing I could hold the hand of the
lover who stole my flame,
Wish I could change the last days in
which we parted ways,
Realizing now that we can never be
Finally saying it out loud as tears run
down my face
You stole my happiness, as I walked
away that day
But it’s because as of what you said
I guessed I changed,
Now every relationship has just be
No one can seem to bring back that
Because a love likes ours comes
once in a lifetime
Well at least it does to me,
But I mean you’re happy with who
I mean I only wrote this as I heard
exchanging “I love you” flow from
each of your lips.
Copyright © Mark Ramon | Year Posted 2013
This lonely life doth take it's toll,
Lonely are the nights,
Surrounded by nothing,
I alone can't fight.
The lonely soul become more lonely
Alone on the way of life.
Lonely is heard in echoed
Footsteps of a departing friend.
Lonely penetrate the solitude
Of nights that will not end.
Looking at all the lights
Alone in such a big world,
Seeing all the drugs and booze,
All alone in this tiny world.
Copyright © Chittaranjan Dey | Year Posted 2012