Tears
I started writing with a soft touch
So I promise I won’t cry again
There is no smoke without fire
So now is too late to moan
Cos I already set the last rose for you on fire
It flames reminds me to be myself again
Nothing is sweeter than a good woman
Life is longer with her presence
So I save my tears again in front of the broken mirrors
Cos I know
Better days are ahead
And for sure the sun will rise again
And a new rose will be born again
And my tears will be of Joy again.
Silence digs into my bones.
Tears trace slow paths along my ribs.
Shadows press tight against my chest.
Somewhere inside, a stubborn pulse keeps moving.
Grief shapes its own voice…
rough, uneven, alive.
I listen. I answer.
It teaches me to move with pain as my companion.
without letting it break me.
My words falter,
raw and unfinished.
And still, they rise…
a quiet insistence that I am here,
that I am not gone.
Now, the pain speak.
I hold it. I breathe with it.
In hearing it,
I gather my own strength,
my heart holds firm,
my voice takes shape,
my whole self rises.
The natural hybrid; a sign of both joy and despair.
Nightmare Truths
She hides the truth in nightmare screams,
Refusing to voice fevered dreams,
As moon bent shadows climb the wall,
To bring more demons to her hall.
Those who know her will see no tears,
She locks them away—shows no fears,
Fights her scars in silence alone,
Growing harder her heart of stone.
Ten million people
killed by machete
The Congo a hemorrhage
of human despair
Ten million people
whose carcasses rotting
In jungles of torment
— and life’s disrepair
(The New Room: September, 2025)
All the tears begin to fall,
Bright and wet, they tell it all.
Clusters gather, soft and slow,
Dripping down, a gentle flow.
Eyes may sting, a blurry sight,
Feeling things with all your might.
Grief or joy, it might be why,
Heavy heart beneath the sky.
Inside feelings, deep and vast,
Just like rain, too strong to last.
Kindness offered, soft and low,
Lets the healing start to grow.
Moments pass, the storm subsides,
Newfound calm within resides.
Over and done, the wetness fades,
Peace arrives in quiet shades.
Quiet breaths begin to mend,
Released emotions reach their end.
Sorrow lessens, light appears,
Through the shedding of the tears.
Understanding starts to bloom,
Vanishing the shadowed gloom.
Washing worries, fresh and clear,
Xenodochial comfort's near.
Yearning's eased, the spirit bright,
Zenith reached, embracing light.
Angry voices from the kitchen
Trading bitter accusations,
The sound of a palm hitting face,
Endless hateful exclamations.
I held you tight against my chest,
You felt the pain I tried to hide,
My tears that soaked your small brown head
Have left some stains now they have dried.
When there was none to cling on to,
I held on to your stubby hands,
As I--to drown the guilt and shame--
I drifted off to distant lands.
Somehow though I was young and frail,
Afraid, alone, and not so wise
I found some comfort and some strength
When I looked in your button eyes.
In that dark corner long ago
When sun, moon, stars all lost their shine
It was so cold but you gave warmth,
Your knitted body pressed with mine.
Always more fun, when someone’s left out
Good company, two, but three is a crowd
Two share more joy, when it harms a third
Without that plus one, it dampens the herd
In fact, what’s the point? Is there one at all
To climb a ladder, if no one else falls
What good is being great, if not better
If not, first place, you’re not a goal setter
What lifts you up, when another, not down
Why better yourself, while winning no crown
How can one thrive, alongside their peers
How would we survive, without other’s tears
America enters not as shepherd,
but as wolf cloaked in justice.
You called Chávez tyrant,
you brand Maduro a trafficker—
yet your own markets drink the poison
you pretend to purge.
O America, double-tongued master of shadows,
you strike ships in waters that belong to none,
and proclaim yourself the law.
But power without restraint breeds fear,
and fear sharpens the knives of the forgotten.
The South remembers.
The poor remember.
You beat them, mock them, steal their bread,
and name it order.
Every empire that scorns the weak
will find the weak no longer bow.
Maritime law you violated,
the covenant of nations you broke.
Your hand strikes like a mafia lord,
not a leader of men.
The world watches, trembling—
yet taking note:
the bully tires,
the crowd grows bold.
History writes slowly,
but writes in iron.
Venezuela weeps now,
but her tears are seeds.
And the dog you thought chained forever
prepares to rise.
Remember, America—
every throne is mortal,
and every day of glory
has its dusk.
COSMIC BLINKING
Moving,
Blinking the moon,
Bold shaped clouds
Drifting by:-
Likewise,
A flock of geese
Silhouette the sky;
Their flapping wings,
Waving goodbye:
My blinking eyes,
Release goodbye
Mirroring tears
Of keloid memories
Of you and me
As a shooting star
Departed the sky:-
you'll cry me an onion
i didn't mean to upset you so ~
multiple layers shed endless tears
AP: 2nd place 2025
softly falling
whispers of the soul
prayers unsaid
wash away my pain
You said you wanted out
Of this marriage we are in
You were packing your things
And I’d never see you again
I grabbed a beer and watched
As I sat in my reclining chair
It did bother me you were leaving
The truth is I no longer care
With all your arms could carry
You loaded what belong to you
You gave me your key then ring
Saying we’re over and through
As I drank the last of my beer
I watched you walk out the door
There was no sadness or tears
Because I didn’t love you anymore
deserted now
the house of her youth
hiding places
for spiders
FLOWING BEAUTIFUL SAD TEARS OF JOY
In keloid memories of supreme love,
Tears of grief and joy flow together,
Reflecting beauty even in death:-
So, be not proud, ole death;
Present tears of your grief,
Now stream as one
With tears of
Treasured
Moments
Of joy:-
Hey, only the body dies;
The spirit lives onwards:
In onderful oneness
Of keloid memories:-
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