What a city!
What tales to tell!
A pizza boy crossing the street
impatient, tired features
clicking of heels on the stairs
their elbows touch
strangers from different worlds
intimate for a fleeting moment
Wailing of an ambulance
crashing with the seductive smell
from the corner coffeeshop
A girl flirting with the waiter
while round the block
at a divorce court
one fairy tale ends
Yesterday's newspaper
left on the bus seat
a homeless man in the park
humming quietly
the city has many faces
Raindrops on your office window -
is it a _life_ what's happening out there?
Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 10:33 AM UTC
Soul bounded by lust
prisoner in a red-hot cage
where every step burns
and there's no one to trust
How desperately you want
how pointless your battle
you're the fighter
you're the jailer
oh - what a taunt!
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 1:57 PM UTC
There were times
her heart ached so
she thought
she's crumbling to pieces
like a broken glass
made of pain and despair
Falling through the darkness
She wanted to cry
but no tears ever came
Should one even try
to play a lost game?
She wanted to scream
but only whisper echoed
Worse than a bad dream
a pilgrim on a ********* road
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 7:14 AM UTC
I wanted to do what was right
to seek the sea for my vessel
alas - it's nowhere in sight!
I am a lighthouse in a desert.
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 2:22 PM UTC
To write poetry is to
tear your soul
in small pieces
and stick them down
on a piece of paper
in a wave
of overcoming power
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 1:30 PM UTC
You're like nothing I've ever seen
You're like no one I've ever met
You make me question what has been
You make me want all I can get
You!
You're the midnight's sun
You're the river's fire
You're the only one
You're what I desire
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 4:52 PM UTC
There were times
when I heard his voice
in my dreams
calling me -
calling my name -
calling me home
but people told me
not to believe
the things
happening in dreams
and so I stayed
and home far away
Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 5:25 PM UTC
It's in that woman's smile
It's in that child's laughter
It's in that man's gentle word
It's in that dog's jolly run
It's in that sound of beggar's accordion
It's in that street singer's voice
It's in that baby's sky blue eyes
It's in the touch of your hand
It's in the honest "thank you"
and in the sincere "please"
- that's where I find hope,
that's where I find peace
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 6:13 AM UTC
I wish for him to smile
so those handsome wrinkles will grace his face
so his eyes would shine again - not bruised by pain
so his lips would curve in that nice way
so I know he's happy - at least for a second, please!
Cause every pain he feels - is my own disease...
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 12:20 PM UTC
His eyes reminded me of sunshine
they warmed up my body delightfully
his one glance - and I felt divine
worshipped like a goddess, truly
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 8:47 AM UTC