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 Jan 2016 Babu kandula
Haley C B
Hearing you
Say her
name was
like taking
down
a shot of
Whiskey

Until I
remembered
that you  
weren't really
ever my
Cup of tea
 Jan 2016 Babu kandula
Sjr1000
It's enough to
make a grown man
cry

PVC's
Modern Man
running through
my
blood stream

I look up
I look down
when ever I look out
it's all around

PVC's
Modern Man
running through my
blood stream

In looking for our
salvation
in the consumer ****
a darkness always
descends

Consternation
Frustration
Anticipation
Adrenal Exhaustion

Enough to make
a
grown man
cry

PVC's
Modern Man
running
through
my blood stream

Fukashyma
radioactive poisons
going to make
PVC's
look like old friends.

Modern Man
running around our blood stream
once
again.
Polyvinyl chloride the plastic in many of our containers we use to drink out of, microwave, etc.  they are running around in all of our blood streams, the oceans,
every where.
Fukashymia keeps on melting down and no one knows how to stop it.
the heart feels a gypsy
the mind a vagabond
the eyes get misty
by the lilies in the pond

bloom the petals pinkish
smudged with streaks of white
swaying slow by wind's kiss
glory displayed bright

upon the slender neckline
crowns of innocent smiles
fill all dark with sunshine
wipe out weary miles

o traveler feel the invite
merrily pause to respond
be a while in sunlight
among the lilies of the pond
inspiration: my cover photo
 Jan 2016 Babu kandula
r
Someday I will leave
the cold sea

Leave its dark quiet wake
like all the long nights
I've forgotten

I will go sleep
on the soft shoulder
of the mountains

Watch her hands
cupping the moon

Somewhere west
of these frozen sad dunes

Say goodbye to the cry of the gull
and the bluewater wind I love

that leaves me feeling so cold.
 Jan 2016 Babu kandula
Miki
Tracing shapes
My hands
Feel cold
Car seats
Rides
Outside
My makeup is
Too thick
And your
Mind
Is choking
Your sense
Mutual desire
But singular
Pleasure
Depression
On both ends
You want me to write for you
But what can I say?
There are no words I can put onto paper
That will not open your eyes
To the things that I have kept hidden
For so long.
And then,
As the moon glowed in the distance,
casting my shadow against the nearest wall
and the rain continued to pitter patter against my roof,
creating soft, iridescent music to my ears,
and the street light began to flicker,
placing a darkened shadow against my sullen face,
I began to realize
that our existence,
all high and mighty that it is,
isn't so bright and fabulous after all.
And that we are all just a tiny blip
in the existence of time.
?Who I am¿
?Who I used to be¿
Is all wrapped up
Inside of me

^^There are times^^
When I wish to hide
One of them so that
Others cannot see
All that has completed me

♡♥I know deep within♥♡
My heart that experiences
Both labeled good and bad
Have completed who I am
And who I will eventually be

++ I must rejoice ++
For all these experiences
granted to me
Be proud of all my deepest
Personalities

++ Praise The Lord ++
For such a
Glorious life
In this land of majesty

₩₩₩₩₩₩₩₩₩
♡♡♡♡♡
+++
 Jan 2016 Babu kandula
Delaney
Have you noticed,
my dear,
that our life together
will live on forever?

Can you see it?
It is our destiny,
if you believe
in such a concept.

(d.d.b)
this sounds so romantic but I wrote it about fictional characters being in love with each other...
 Jan 2016 Babu kandula
Delaney
and i wonder if we spoke today
you might deny it all.
I wonder if you might care
to hear about
the flashbacks;
the nightmares, the fear.
Do you think about how
it must affect me
that I have to face you every day?

Don't think
I can take it
much longer, anyway.
You burn my eyes,
your voice curses my ears.
Your smile swallows me whole
and I wonder,
I truly wonder,
do you even regret it at all?
A mess of thoughts about my ******.
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