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Dec 2019 Sekhar

No Eyes

Dec 2019 Sekhar

Tatiana

No Eyes

I stole the moon from your sight
made you face the darkest night.
You waited, cowering, for the sun to rise
still unaware I robbed you of your eyes.
Taken from your skull with skillful hands
and shoved in urns buried beneath the sands.
The night cooled the earth where I made you lie
and truth was told to say goodbye.
Souls hollowed out like bones in birds
and broken as if trampled by herds.
Some skitter across the earth stirred
by the wind, others like yours, remain interred.
You should take a look at the sun up so high.
See for yourself what questions can buy.
Don't you understand why you were banned?
Soulless sockets somehow cry sand.

©Tatiana
A bit spooky for the spooky season. But also, I was going for the "I" perspective to sound somewhat evil and desperate. You know when you hear the punishment a person receives and it feels like it was too much. That the punishment didn't fit the crime and it leaves you with that terrible feeling in your stomach. That feeling of "this is wrong." That's what I was going for.

#no #eyes

Dec 2019 Sekhar

Sitting On My Wings

Dec 2019 Sekhar

Tatiana

Sitting On My Wings

I'm sitting on my wings
and wondering why I can't fly.
Is there a doctor I can speak to
that'll diagnose my desire to die?

Do you know what it's like
to make believe all the time?
Do you know what it's like
to be stuck between death and flight?

I look up to the sky so blue
and see birds flying like I'm supposed to.
What am I doing wrong?
I raise my arms up, always reaching

for a helping hand
yet they slap it with glee.
I'm not here to cheer though I'm
proud can someone give me a boost.

I think I've got my
wings free.
I'll flap them to this
frantic beat.

Where did everyone go?
I'm not sure I know.
The rest of them flew here.
How am I alone again?
Grounded in the air.

I'm sitting on my wings
they're pins and needles not downy feathers.
They push into every single nerve
each time I try to fly.

Do you know what it's like
to make believe all the time?
Do you know what it's like
to be stuck between death and flight?

©Tatiana

Here's a song about self-sabotage and depression

#depression #selfsabotage #flying #falling #death

Dec 2019 Sekhar

Solitary Pursuit

Dec 2019 Sekhar

annh

Solitary Pursuit

I write the night away in my quiet corner of the universe,
Hoping that my words will reach you;
That you may recognise yourself reflected in their distant glow,
Catch hold of one bright star in the twinkling density of the darkness,
And wish upon it.

‘Solitude gives birth to the original in us,
to beauty unfamiliar and perilous - to poetry.’
- Thomas Mann, Death in Venice and Other Tales

#corner #dark #density #pursuit #quiet #solitary #twinkling #universe #wish #words

Dec 2019 Sekhar

notes on the fallout

Dec 2019 Sekhar

cosmo naught

notes on the fallout

there’s a half-life to our interacting.
and I am a scientist, scrutinizing it.

a certain proximity, and I
am irradiated, by you, anew,
every time.

I am burned up.
frayed,
and right here, on display.
taking diligent notes on the fallout
today, in this wasteland.

I search the ground
with my hand and
an eyeglass.

I shouldn’t like what I find.

Dec 2019 Sekhar

I'll remember

Dec 2019 Sekhar

Kyla A

I'll remember

There’s a murmuring in the distance,
Followed by the clatter of human existence.
She watches the sway of enlightened trees
As her eyes are pulled into the sight of a forgotten reed.
The music of the buds
Pressed into her ears are
unclear as she breathes
In the scents of her past,
Childhood years.

#memories

Dec 2019 Sekhar

Drowning

Dec 2019 Sekhar

Corrinne Shadow

Drowning

I'm drowning again,
Lost in the sea's mighty swell:
A sea of failure.

I'm falling again,
Facing the steepest slow drop:
A fall from safety.

I'm burning again,
Melting in the inferno:
A fire of terror.

I'm sinking again,
Struggling through deep quicksand:
Depression takes me.

I don't like haikus so I always organize them in sets of four with a "four elements" theme.

#depression #drowning

Dec 2019 Sekhar

Dear Blue

Dec 2019 Sekhar

Sanjali

Dear Blue

How did I lose that golden thread
I wrote so joyously about?
When did the meaning of comfort change?
Why does it seem there’s nothing around?
My sweet child, Blue, I love you, I do.
But I must follow this path I have paved
Through changes thick or wrong
You and I must be strong.
But my love, do you resent me today?

Dear baby Blue, my sweet child its true
I don’t feel it in my breath these days.
But I assure you I will still find
All the reasons that have us bind
To this world and these fleeting ways.
I must ask, is that enough?
For all that I have now become.
Is this a sin drowning me in its wake?
My sweet love of Blue, I have to tell you, I do.
Soon this ocean will consume my name.

#child #love #questions

Dec 2019 Sekhar

Forgotten

Dec 2019 Sekhar

Sally A Bayan

Forgotten

How does it feel to be unimportant?
ignored, like a ***** cracked clay vase,
or an empty soda can, kicked to the wayside,
or, like dark wastelands, where trees, plants,
crops don’t grow, where water doesn’t flow,
they’re like eyes that cry without tears...

the world is aware...but, others refuse to see
people from war-torn places...devastated,
with wounded bodies, minds and feelings,
left in dark despondent halls, forgotten...
it takes long to rebuild structures, and futures;
it takes forever to rebuild crumbled faith and
confidence...begging eyes of orphans, of
the homeless, and the hungry, seek light,
but, they only see a dark horizon...

heavy boats sail in the freezing dark,
striving not to be found...uncertain of
safe sails out, yet, taking chances, facing
risks...for new beginnings...where water
meets shore...better to be gone...forgotten,
like embers, left dying through the night, their
ashes blown to oblivion, by gusty morning winds....

the air is filled with Christmas whispers,
muffled voices, only a few could hear....

Sally

Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
December 2, 2019