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Just as a rose is a rose,
You are You,
Do not try to be someone else.
27/11/2021
 Nov 2021 MournaraMiedema
Sam
The tragedy is
there's a prison in my mind
all the thoughts that lurk there
are ones I wish were never mine
they etch into my heart
the scars I wear so bright

They whisper wicked stories
of things that never happened
or maybe things that did
things that shouldn't create ripples
in the current in my life
but here I lay in bed
stuck awake at night
eyes cutting blankly
through the nothingness of my cold and dark bedroom
 Nov 2021 MournaraMiedema
Lama
stumbled upon your hideaway
an unexpected intrusion,
sunken heart I swallowed
hallucinating your shadow,

bluntly dismissing my worries
as my eyes fondly sought
a heaven within your cheeks,

softly blushing underneath
your eyes treasured me
oh, naive little me,

put a foot aside, darling,
undone love awaits outside,
fantasies blinded your soul
while I stood, earnestly
yearning to own your heart
I love you
whatever that means.
 Nov 2021 MournaraMiedema
Chandy
Malice
Come in many forms
But at its rotten core
Lies ignorance
Not to be chastised
But to be guided, educated
The way to reduce evil is not to extinguish
To foster and nurture a new perspective
That will do much more
No more breaking down doors
Owned by the most important people
 Nov 2021 MournaraMiedema
Chandy
Toxic sassafras
Poison to the bone, yet still
I desire it so
Moments of sorrow, moments in vain
And today is tomorrow’s yesterday’s pain –
Time slowly washing the memories away
As moments keep falling like soft falling rain.

Where is the bright sky? Where is the light?
Where are the high clouds so lovely and white?

A past in the future, a future now past –
Nothing is solid. Nothing may last.
And shadows are lost as darkness surrounds
But for flashes before more confusion resounds.

And where is the bright sky? Where is the light?
Where are the high clouds so lovely and white?

All so wet and dreary and cold –
Where is the warm hand to touch and to hold?
Why all the fret? Why weary so long?
Where is the comfort in singing this song?

And where is the bright sky? Where is the light?
Where are the high clouds so lovely and white?

Moments of sorrow, moments in vain
And today is tomorrow’s yesterday’s pain –
Time slowly washing the memories away
As moments keep falling like soft falling rain.

And moments keep falling like soft falling rain.

clj – 3-2-88 – 4:12am
Fate, your ice is hard and cold
But thinner in the end I'm told.
when i crashed
into the forest floor
the canopy stretched high above me
i lit a match
i've been here before
but i can't tell reality from dream
some time has past
the earth grows quiet
i see your face ingrained in every tree
the ember burns
down to my callus
i want to watch it swallow you and me
why do i turn
my mind to fire
to mend my broken bones and restless brain
i want to burn
i want to blister
feel everything, and never feel again

instead i watch
the flame extinguish
surrender to the darkness with a prayer

instead i watch
the flame extinguish
the smell of sulfur permeates the air
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