I've been drowned
a wreck in the ocean
washed up
bruised
what seemed beyond repair
weakness stole me
strength claimed me back
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 9:33 PM UTC
I sleep
But the night is awake
She stretches her arms
Grabs the moon like a plate
Her words are like Sacher-Torte
Her story of scars, like upto stars, twinkled
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 8:58 PM UTC
I sleep in the curved hammock of your lips
Hanging on to your words
Rocked by your gentle breath
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 8:39 AM UTC
I got to know you
And I looked for the hardest surface to etch ur name
And it was my heart
The minute I wrote it
It melted away
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 8:37 AM UTC
Would this tale afflict thee O children of the bedevilled rock
Yonder afflictions of substances unknown in cold pits
With tremulous fingers and tempestous lips the body reacts to the invisible
While the blooming radius of the ancient arch is magnified by the moonlight
Through the weary portals of the ages lie unravished and unanswered heartbeats
Across the thin glaced places where the bell tolls for ****** wonder
Where the graces of undying wisdom fain to alight their ancient favor
I, a ravaged rapscallion, trace all the hidden moments of my vain heart
With insticts that lay in the ***** of the undying muses
Strange moments hidden amidst galaxies and battered bodies
Then the feasting begins when nocturnal flavors ****** unperturbed lips
The general substance of furies unknown and muchness unnerved
Tasked with obsolete oaths and unmade promises, the warrior breathes his last
By Rowan Moses
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 5:38 AM UTC
I took a trip down the ecstatic abyss of Amoria
Through narrow crooked bylanes and juniper dumpsters
Peering through moments of insipid laughter
Prime pranksters, nerdsters and gooseberry gangsters
Languishing through marauding beauracratic rituals
Peering through unexpected ideals and benign gestures
Then out in this rugged terrain lay the bear with cold feet
Eyes like blessed blue whales and timid water hyacinth
Narrow corridors of limbs endowed with firm yet hollow muscles
Tuberculosis and octopus gunk lay smeared in every nostril
"Ah! Nauseating yet divine!" said the knight to the pitiful jester
Rowan Moses
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 10:51 PM UTC
"I know loneliness"
Whispered the single drop of sweat
As she dripped down my spine
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 3:37 AM UTC
Monosyllabic swish
She draws her sword
Not for blood
But to light the world
With the glint
Of swords shiny tip
Her eyes.
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC
Oh Cryptic
You suspend me in mid air
In bewilderment I hang
The streams in your mind
Are running over the river banks
Its not clarity I ask
Weave a net with perplexity
So I am saved when I crash land
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 12:47 PM UTC
A late evening time at Starbucks is pleasure undefined
I was expecting a lady tired at 9
But she looked perfect and absolutely fine
Whipped up her sweater and wore it inside out
Pretty and gorgeous she looked anyway, without any doubt
A very pretty young lady you see
She offered her hand to me in greeting and I accepted it gladly
Her hand was soft and smooth like silk and gripped mine firmly
In my large paw her little hand was almost like that of a child
In silence we continued to shake hands and I just smiled
She then turned away and bade me follow her saunter
I followed her exotic heady fragrance to the coffee counter
Silently she glimpsed the menu mounted on the wall
A latte with cream and do make it small
Even wearing flat footwear I marveled at her daintiness
Only reaching the dizzy height of five foot three more or less
The straight smooth hair cascaded onto her shoulders softly
A fitted silk blouse complemented her waif-ish frame perfectly
I know not of her covered waists and the hips
Then the shapely feet perched up in a cushioned stool
The overall effect was stunning and I was smitten I will confess
Then light illuminated her form through silken dress
The sudden transparency left nothing at all to the imagination
Seemingly completely oblivious to the effect she had achieved
On the red-blooded man in her wake she’d never have believed
And then she paused with a vacant look and looked at me
And the illumination in her eyes lit her entire body
The vent of her dress caught in the seat
The glimpse of her footwear confirmed the intent I had
A she elegantly slipped into a comfortable position
And gestured towards me to take my place
She is not coy neither is she proud she is upright and confident
Her hypnotic voice was crystal clear yet soft
I was mesmerised enveloped into her intoxicating looks
She opened her bag and gently took out her laptop
Like a precious work of art she had paid for at Sothebys
Every stroke on the keys was like a brush stroke of an artist
As her well kept hair cascade to her shoulders like a drizzle
The light above made her skin sparkle along with her strands
Golden droplets like a stream caressing her neck gently
I was transfixed and my thoughts ceased momentarily
Then it started like a wind blowing in the land of fantasy.
The light flickered unassumingly her strands of golden hair glistened
A small streak like a golden rain tumbled and caressed her nape gently
And rested on her soft shoulders diffidently
The hues of colours made me question the rainbows dedication
Her eyes were captivating and pieced through me like cupids arrow
And her nose the seemed to constantly sense goodness as it tingled
Her mouth extended stretching her lips signifying the enormity of her heart
Her words come forth from her moist lips and decorated my heart
On brief occasions she let he lips do a waltz in her mouth
I glimpsed at her smooth arms a few shades of same colour
Those delicate fingers those nails were like **** for a drug addict
Few rings clung on to her fingers and I envied them
Jewels adorn ordinary mortals she had none - the radiant jewel herself
Her keys dropped to the floor and she bent to pick it
Her blouse gaped revealing her breast a wee bit
A milky white flesh in crimson blaze and I avert the gaze
It was time to leave but my emotional storage tanks were full to the brim
I held her cheeks for a second and then she was gone
Her dazzling beauty turned on the stage lights and I was blinded
My language centres seemed to have gone on an vacation
There were no words to leave my mouth
I held tight to her fragrance that lifted me up in the air
Behold i could fly.
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 7:06 AM UTC