second-rate skies standing solitary
frozen in their own mediocracy
conforming to the wills of majority
because I'm bored out of my mind
fingers tracing the swirls on the ceiling
feels like gravity herself is competing
and all I'm doing is moving, listless
I guess I'm out of time
so maybe I'm a little distracted
like particles of light are refracted
perhaps just a little compacted
from the cages you call fine
living without joy is no policy
so they make it out of complacency
questioning the laws of morality
and answers by design
but I'm reading all the words that aren't written
and suddenly I'm willing to listen
the stardust we're made of will glissten
because freedom I will find.
- Anisah Mariah
Feb 27, 2021
Feb 27, 2021 at 12:50 PM UTC
"The Master Manipulator."
"The Perfect Puppeteer."
Cutting strings and pulling threads -
the whisper in your ear.
"Watch out for the Madman
who likes to paint upon a scene;
watch out rat" the woman cries,
as if he's always been.
Cannot pull a single face
or say I disagree
becasue every time I do
it's just the Madman, not me.
- Anisah Mariah
Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 3:45 PM UTC
Herbal teas and remedies
And clocks that tick and funny bits
And sharks that bite and clouds at night
And flowers yellow and singing mellow
And smiles warm and watching dawn
And hugging tight and feeling right
And drooping low and going slow
And talking loud and missing out
And waiting there and tearing hair
And crying catch and screaming match
And shoulders taught from things we ought
To know not to do
Patience is a virtue.
-Anisah Mariah
Oct 17, 2020
Oct 17, 2020 at 2:56 PM UTC
Beyond the piles of fractured rocks
And the dunes that echo empty
Lies no more songs of the wind
Or any fruits of pleanty
The sky it darkens so much so
That the nocturnes all come out
But not a star nor moon is there
Just black fog seeping out
The trees are withered well and good
From poison tears that fall
The creatures move - mirages
Of what they were before it all
No more ocean and no more skies
When plastic people pester please
The forges of nature overrun
With men of metal and guys of greed
- Anisah Mariah
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 1:15 PM UTC
Like skin stretching across sallow bones
Pulled tight and taut and throwing stones,
A glass house shatters so you build one of bricks.
Stack them high and keep them fixed.
- Anisah Mariah
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 12:55 PM UTC
The alien faces, the alien words
The feet of the ages
They run with the herd
Your face is covered
Your eyes are grey
You seem to be hiding your soul away
Your smile is false like distant dreams
Dreams seen through a mirror
Distorted and demeaned
Your words are familiar
Yet we've never met
You seem to have a personality debt.
- Anisah Mariah
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 12:48 PM UTC
Just like a serrated knife,
she can cut through the crisp exterior
to reveal the weightless clouds that bubble underneath.
- Anisah Mariah
Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 1:47 PM UTC
Why?
Because you're falling in love.
- Anisah Mariah
Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 1:43 PM UTC
Heart-to-Heart
Soul-to-Soul
Palm-to-Palm
The lovers know
The tangled trees
The branch that grows
The apples ripe
The rhythm flows
The ocean wide
The seashells glow
The sun that fades
The gracious doe
It runs with the wind
And watches the show
-Anisah Mariah
Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 1:42 PM UTC
Lining up in rows waiting for the music,
Dancing in the puddles counting seconds, counting bruises.
Waiting for forever for a never ending cause,
Wishing for a well that's filled with open windows open doors.
The sky is thickening with the things that have been done;
Leaking with regrets of present thoughts, it might be fun!
As the tone is drumming, the sprinters run off blind
But when the drumming stops, oh the horrors you will find.
One leg in front another and before you know you'll fly,
But the angels don't take killers, manipulated or the wry.
Saving all the people living in your narrow minded view,
The angels that you follow will make demons out of you.
Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 1:39 PM UTC