The world is broken,
So Am I,
Bleeding grief ,
Through cracks of Mosaic.
It wasn't aliens,
Who plunged the sword,
Scouring the substrates,
To excavate their rewards ,
The were my own,
Love and bones,
Who I could not bear anymore ,
So I close my eyes close.
But the pain still lingers,
From surface to soil,
So should I dread the grudge ,
And agitate the turmoil?
Or
Should I lay,
As calmless as I?
Or
Should I bleed,
Till the cold death clutches
My soul?
As I watch them meet their fate,
As they destroy a shelter of their own.
Categories:
substrates, anxiety, break up, depression,
Form: Elegy
You have the shape
that I gave you, ...
I molded you real,
almost human...
But wings have not
given to you
a blow is necessary...
What more do you request,
oh! dumb creature ...!?
Search in the abstract
your colors !
On substrates
your pain ...!
Nothing further demand
from me, only have
modeled you ...!
Categories:
substrates, allegory, allusion, art, creation,
Form: Free verse
Childhood memories
Brief - impactful moments in our lives
Profound neurological occurrences
Strongly anchored in our subconscious mind
Like an iceberg in the deep blue ocean
Immersed are the feelings frozen down below
Precipitating thoughts, emotions, and behaviors
Tragic and beautiful – inescapably manifesting as the whole
We revisit – we reflect
Moments are embellish or minimized
At times it’s hard to discern the reality
From the story we've created, a blatant lie
Our vessel carries the drink of our knowledge
Like our palettes preferred cup of tea
Perceptually we see what we want
Dogmatically we confirm what we believe
Nature has provided a framework
Nurture guides and confirms our beliefs
We see through a glass half empty
A preoccupied mind steals our life like a thief
Time provides clarity from a distance
It's easier to see our habitual patterns from afar
The identity we’ve chose to live with
Couldn’t be further from the person we are
The memories from our youth are profound and precious
They are the foundation for our thoughts and beliefs
They are the substrates for our conscious identity
They are our palettes preferred cup of tea
Categories:
substrates, allegory, analogy, motivation, psychological,
Form: Rhyme