She knows not, when she was made
To wear the shackles, and rest in pain
It's been ages since she opened those eyes
Which are lying under so many layers
She can see but the windows are not her own
She can hear but the drums are of someone else
The Rind around her is tight & suffocating
She is the reason the Rind exists
Does It know?? Does It appreciate??
What if she tear it apart and flee?
And why doesn’t she?
What pledges have enchained her?
Or she too recons flying a sin!!
Eternity is still calling its missing partner
Bells of the Heaven are ringing
But she hears nothing, for the walls are high
And thick... even celestial voices won't penetrate it
Caged in a body, & bodily needs
She is losing her connections with Eden
(Paghunda Zahid )
Categories:
recons, body, life,
Form: Couplet
Rave in the Grave
the party of eternity
forever they arrive
the final ticks of tocking
no one gets out alive
see her clad in raven black
she is the reapers mate
keeper of the hallowed ground
she greets them at the gate
to pass along the judgement
the outcome of their fate
beneath the vulture's circle
where gloom and darkness thrive
Raven carves your epitaph
this one did not survive
no one can escape from here
you cannot permeate
she never has been stood up
she's been on every date
so she recons you will be on time
no one is ever late
By: Jeremy Siedlecki
I have read the rules and understand
if my play on words disqualifies me
there are some things i just can't help
I make my own "Footprints in the Snow" `
Categories:
recons, death
Form: Rhyme
Far from the set...
The sun still drowns;
Where land meets end,
And the light still bounds.
A sound that carries...
For an echo so faint;
Leaves ears to dance,
And dreams in the wait...
The long lost rant...
Forgotten by them all.
In front of me so distant,
The surroundings seem to fall;
While within this rising smoke,
A soul sits in refuge...
And the mist that consumes,
Never leads to what ensues...
As fate recons,
We're unlikely to forget...
A world upon these shoulders,
And a life without regret.
While the sun drifts to down...
As the street lights shine;
A world lays to rest,
While the rest look to find...
Searching for something worth remembering,
Or at least not to miss;
Just some words for recollecting,
Until this story fits...
For these memories seem curses,
Taunting my world so very small...
Nothing worth holding onto here,
Destined to be forgotten... by them all.
Categories:
recons, angst, children, loss, people,
Form: Lyric