She pants
exhausted
thirsty
her crown of hair blighted
denuded
robbed
she chokes from the smog
poisoned
polluted
her ***** invaded
pillaged
*****
she's near death
gasping
emaciated
but a tiny pulse beats
a murmur
scarcely heard
She needs to rest
rejuvenate
recreate
or we perish
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 10:01 AM UTC
She is dead long before she took her life
she no longer breath, they suffocated her with arrogance
callousness have bruised her mind
They tied her hands and tortured her with the thought of discontinuance
They pierce her heart with jagged words like "forced leave of absence"
No it wasn't suicide
She was dead when she was born
It was just her apparition
and "Hoping", is just another suicide
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 4:20 AM UTC
There lies on the pavement
a heap of flesh unperturbed
mouth widely agape
two eyes stare blankly to the noon sun
the naked body immune from
the scalding hot asphalt
while flies buzzed like vultures
sensing death, anticipating it
Soon now, the body whispered
as if begging death to come
or to end its slow parade
poverty's gauntlet of pain
there is no pain now
the body seized to recognize it
a long time ago
there are now only scars
of half deluded questions
a mirage of lofty thoughts
justice, compassion, humanity
which are also dying
the sun hid behind the dark clouds
feet scuttle about
the noise escalates and rapidly flew
and the staccato of rain drops
filled the air as if announcing
death is not coming today
and the body cried
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 1:28 AM UTC
there is this, an unrecognizable feeling
like a question wanting to be asked
but anxious of the answers
a longing, a wanting a solitude refusing to be broken
but expresses itself stubbornly
usurping the moment
a rigor mortis and a birth
colliding and infusing
dividing and dispersing
a coil winded
both urgent and passive
past and becoming
entangled on an intention
Mar 20, 2012
Mar 20, 2012 at 6:16 AM UTC
A torrent
Viral, inevitable
truth has long been brewing
with resentment, of a wanting
to live or even just exist
the hypocrites tried to explain it away
but it grows sometimes not needing a reason
for it is reason itself
veiled in seeming chaos
of a lost of logic
a logic invented by the liars
they themselves believed
it defies, it destroys
its here...change
Jan 5, 2012
Jan 5, 2012 at 1:06 AM UTC
Getting lost is not knowing where to go
The future is uncertain so nobody knows
It is not recognizing the place
you have been to or the people
you traveled with
It is the inability to recall
to remember
the most important part of the journey
the beginning
Oct 10, 2011
Oct 10, 2011 at 11:20 PM UTC