Many moons pass by as i walk toward the edge of the earth-
the sun shines hard
my eyes squint for a shade
a strong salty breeze twirls my stance for a dance
as my eyes stare at rocks with unfamiliar faces sail towards me
and a door swifts open- a gentle cloud welcomes me to see what this world has left me to be
@memovithana
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 9:07 AM UTC
a hazed stare holds my soul
a radiant smile laces her soft cheeks
long golden feathers sway,
blurring my vision
seeds nourished our reason
our wings fluttered
for once, again i could fly
up high, i held her as much as i could
all so vivid then
fragmented memories lapse my mind
like dreams, some black and others white
cherished, the way they are
genuine, unbidden, & real
i wake up alone in my bed, yet i smile
for another dream to begin.
@memovithana
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 8:48 AM UTC
gate to your soul
blurry or dark reflecting your own reality.
iris miniature of earths splendor
the echo of the clouds
the everlasting tidal motion
where every blink reveal its limitless sentiment
hinder light, shine through
fluttering it's majestic views
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 8:27 AM UTC
run, escape my fatality
on the horizon i see serenity
barbed wires, razor flies obstruct my way
quick! lay still, hide from the prey
baby cries echo in my sleep
brothers and sisters hazed emotions, unable to even weep
flying ships thunder over my head
mute my ears to escape this dread
famine overwhelms my perception
yet I stumble towards my destination
Foreign faces salute my courage to flee
yet they says they have no space; no space for a refugee
collapse, cry cluelessly
look up to faith to absolve me from this destiny
sudden light pardons me to go
yet flashbacks put me to an endless sleep, oh..
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
Double tap - click - scroll
flashing images blind my soul
irregular noise interrupt my silence
headlines- punching lines- violence
hit, lost, awake in this lifeless stare
I look up to escape this mere reality.
oh! there's Clarity
her warm lips stretch a hug
while the wind dances to the birds chant
the rainfall has a yellowish red accent
hypnotized my existence
yet I remain lucid, alive, and disconnected..
- Memo
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 7:43 AM UTC