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 May 2019 Medusa
Satsih Verma
Being a witness
to blue moon, you wanted
to meet the black death
of sun, when there was
neither dark, nor light.

From the painful
encounters to frozen tears
I want to rewrite my story.

You will not cry
if I hold the pen. It
is sharper than the sword, when
the words bleed.

I will wear your
eye's color. Someone dies
between the lines. Life
has become very touchy.

You love a
dream beyond the thoughts.
I fill in the frame. Neither acceptance,
nor denials.
 May 2019 Medusa
Satsih Verma
Misted
 May 2019 Medusa
Satsih Verma
One thought we would
share, but won't talk.
A round moon offers
the childhood innocence.

Did you touch
my hand to transmit
a galaxy of bright
revelation?

The blood moon was
once hacked to death,
when you refused
to kiss the burning candle
of epiphanic moment.

A superembrace
sets you free from the
shackles of commitment
to become earthly shadow.

Untouched I cannot find
the title of incomplete life.
 May 2019 Medusa
Satsih Verma
Enduring,
the walk in flames.
I keep mum.

The rabid activism-
to remain untrue,
to myself, protecting my other self.

The reason becomes
my anger, without a trace
of fear. I would submit.

How can you explain
the justice, of taking revenge
on yourself? Life must move.

Spying on my
tears, the prize winner moon
starts burning during eclipse.

Death comes tomorrow
on the day of nemesis.
I will walk out from the ashes.
 May 2019 Medusa
WL Schuett
Snow falling through
a hole in the roof.
Blue lights in
a Thousand castles.

Through the door
that no longer opens
the Quiet Lion
still speaks .

My Fathers whispers
still ring in my ears.
Through a house full of dust
and windows made of Stone .

Barefoot at the waters edge
trapped forever in the slack tides.
Something inside has broken
I know it will never heal .

Into the kiss of the summers heat
The rumble of the brown Earth.
The rhythm of the gentle waves.
A tolling of a lonesome bell.
In the swirl of the quiet light.
His name always on the wind.

May the Angels speak
the Ancient whispers
and sooth the Quiet Lion.
Say his name for peace .
 Apr 2019 Medusa
nsp
After months of sleeping next to you, today I woke up, rolled over to see your face, and was __.

a) in love
b) complete
c) nervous
d) alone
e) all of the above
 Apr 2019 Medusa
Aubrey
Let it end, now
I break the connection between you and I
I remove your power over me
The trouble is I care too much
And so I have let you rob me from me.
I let you take away the words i wanted to say.
The things i would've liked to have.
The things I need.
I'd like to say I don't care for you
But I can't help to care.
You promised forever.
Silly me.
It's human nature don't you see
Well for me it is anyway,

You,
I don't know what you are anymore.
A.
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