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I have not been feeling well , when I am again then I shall be back bless you all always.
 Sep 2015 CHANDRASHEKAR
Dan
And tonight I name myself
Misery
Something very fleeting
Only when thoughts of you
Bombard their way to the top of my mind
"What a tragedy"
I cry out to myself
Expecting someone to hear me
And take pity
But this room is empty
And my voice echoes and burrows itself
Into painted corners
Of gray or black
Tonight I feel misery
But it won't be long
Until the cool September air
Trapped in this room
Listens and feels the emotions in my words
And wraps itself around me
As I sleep
 Sep 2015 CHANDRASHEKAR
VVanGone
I've forgotten how to live
like a man on death row
accustomed to four walls
and the monotony of routine
waiting for the inevitable

yet still I hold out for the miracle
some dna evidence that this is all a mistake
that there is something waiting for me
and that this death will give way
to pastures full of sheep
waiting for the shepherd to return
In my country
home is no longer
a place, it has
become
a journey.

Folks have
a thousand
Facebook friends
but 80% of
Americans can't
name one of
their neighbors.

Small wonder
we are so
frazzled and
frustrated here:
work has
replaced life
and no home
exists where
we can enjoy
solitude
and peace.

Where do you go
when there is no
place left to go?

   ~mce
 Sep 2015 CHANDRASHEKAR
Sami Rose
Steel bars confined
my prowling mind,
circling the borders
in a dysfunctional order.

Rapidly beating against
my distorted slurs
of denunciations, I
kissed the keys
despite their razor
blade tongue affection.

Sudden silence brought
sudden reverberations of
you you you
and again, I
would take another
pounce to add
to my flowering
garden of purple,
green, and blue.

An illegal sort of
extravagance turned into
violently injecting me
with a poison
that I thought
would keep you
here with me,
but it was not
enough, never enough.
-s.r.b.
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