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kayanja-ronald-edwin
kayanja-ronald-edwin
25/M Everything about life. Doing whatever counts. Living a worthwhile http://drresolved.WordPress.com
See myself into a church The guilt of my sins like smoke... Blows off red ashes of a dying cigar It is a cloud, A haze A mysterious aura of the ****** a soul without a shadow "he is unacceptable to himself" When the world swears upon a naked sun, Salvation chokes on my filth, And I watch my moon fade into oblivion I am drowning, Just like the priest... Only he is far deeper... Into the madness called hope
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Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC
Black
The tiny drops of water hanging loosely on my hair, These eyelashes, It feels heavy to look through a midnight moon My lungs collapse in a winter's cold My tears are frozen on the inside The blood prints of my feet... trailing my path, My present fails as it fades This heart beats on As I walk on water, Into a sunset we call home
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Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 10:51 PM UTC
WALKING HOME
The sun is a candle... burning inside the mirror Yet another reflection It's rays fall cold on my skin A bleached rose smell the sixteen, Whirl in the abyss of love An ocean, Drowning in its waves The salt crystals molten on the walls of my lungs A burning thirst, addicted to the flames of your kisses, fallen into a shade by the moonlight The forever winds Breezing on my rugged skin The memories to the grave Wilted flowers carried from it's stones Into the skies, When I become gray
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Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 10:51 PM UTC
shade by the moonlight
The stains of black ink on a white spread The bold lines and racing hearts The curves, Her hair flows like a fountain, Of dark strands onto her delicate skin The green grapes, Her ruby lips moisted with my frozen breath Her name echoes like the church bells… across the Scottish hills The fragrance of her youth in my lungs, wild roses… fill my soul with exotic desires I’m the abstract of an insane love I don’t have to walk with worry, that my feet will tip over my own shadow You are beautiful, And it is all that I live for
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Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 5:33 AM UTC
Mad Art
“I’m only trying to build a castle from my childhood fantasies” I fall back at the day’s break With the sun on my skin, The dust on my soles prints on her floor How much to pay? When to repay? The loyalty and affection She rubs softly on my shoulders And my soul sails away from the worries of tomorrow I have fallen, I have crawled I answer to no soul but her crossing the dunes, my head above the sand my eyes search for the oasis
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Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 12:13 PM UTC
head above the sand
mothers defiance daughters fallen bleeding on blades and razors petals dresses blood stains in the snow bruised, in the woods the truth of her body savaged by wild flies a runaway the girl from the tower the *** the money the drugs away from her ghosts into the dark, her master’s dungeon "sorry Mum!"
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Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 12:40 PM UTC
red woods
The prince is a frog Kiss his lips lovely princess Live a Disney dream
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Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 3:16 AM UTC
Untitled
**my heavy heart, its fading heartbeat the blood in my veins slowly, it bleaches the color of my tears, Are they pure? or disgraceful? I feel them cold, running along my broken smile Is it okay to cry? It is okay to cry Happy or sad? I am glad I drowned my demons but they were my only family**
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Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC
Drowned my demons
a sequence, an alternate universe growing up, would I be happy? watching the lines on your face draw around yours eyes, your smile your temples, changing from black to snow it hurts, it breaks, watching a boy the other day, when he cried out to mummy why don't I know? what it is? how it is? to run into a mother's arms Did I forget? Was I reminded? of a face I once knew looking back into the old days when this heart graced in naivety when foolishness was no crime and fear was adventurous "Mother" "I cant hold on" "I cant hold on!" these blurry faces are deceitful despicable traded my soul for dust can't roses be roses? without the snakes, crawling inside their gardens it hurts, it breaks, Would I love again?
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Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 5:50 AM UTC
I hate roses
"choose to be happy for the stars are always shining even behind dark clouds"
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Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 3:55 AM UTC
stars