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 Jun 2017
zebra
have you read the book of lies
such a comfort
to know how acceptable we are
like well placed silverware
as long as i keep moon shadow
in a cellar box shut tight
where little cocka demons
play unuttered
you can't hear them rustling about
but
i shake little bats and owls from my socks

am i lookin congenial today
just a teensy icky inside
bubbles in the belly
clinched toes in crowded shoes
eek
hope i'm not dead and don't know it

my graciousness plastered on
like white sheep over a goat
to get what i need of course
to make friends and influence
sorry
about my ti ti ticks
the way my fi fi fingers fi fi fidget

my towels are folded
and in place
vanilla cup cakes with sprinkles
all in a row
like little ballerinas prancing
as plutonic volcanoes heat
like spires pandemonium

my life a white glove inspection
all pressed and starched
like a mythic poem
written by a ******
stiff with holiness
as saints float over my head
yet the world
for all my good
a thunderous
black light
a poem about the struggle between who we are and our face to he world
 Jun 2017
Star BG
Believing you lack anything is the disease of the mind. The only cure is the consciousness to know it.

Once known and  integrated into the heart  miracles occur
 Jun 2017
rose
Can i go back in time
And live again?
This time with my eyes open
:)
watch, windows speck. days come lightly.



heavy hearts at leaving here. we remember

you. some times.



with  difficulty.

some times.



the sun shines,

some times it rains.



sometimes it looks calm when we can feel the wind.



lightly.



sbm.
 Jun 2017
Onoma
Fall, fall...fell
in love with
this day, as
every.
When the sun
goes down,
her look away
is not frigidity--
but a reminder
of what days
imply.
 Jun 2017
nivek
we ****** in the dawn-
each breath beating our hearts

and our hearts knew of life

while our minds counted stars.
 Jun 2017
K Balachandran
Each cup of nectar
for me you filled
tasted entirely different,
but did just the same.
transported my spirit
out of the planet, on
ethereal wings of light.
Every time I drank it
I swooned and forgot,
everything other than
the love you poured on.

Inebriated by a love
I never had a chance
to define, I can't think
you and I as two
entities different,
oh! my lover immortal.
No other lover
would have done
what you to me is doing
Your absence as a  person
never did bother me
you are the one reigning
within, wordlessly speaking
I can see how your eyes gleam
the moment, I just think of you.
 Jun 2017
Jayantee Khare
Lone fire
Don't need a sire

Have no clique
And they don't stick

They don't lead
Don't let themselves to be led

Often unmanaged
Don't want to be center staged

They avoid to be judged
Also don't want to be nudged

They are good listener
But don't find someone similar

Fighting inner war
Yet their door is azar

Like anonymity
Yet ready for charity

Die for their beloved
Yet not chosen to be loved

A lot they did
But want no credit

No rest
Unending quest

Remain unheard
Such are people untitled
 Jun 2017
nivek
take a peek at tomorrow
by an act of love
today.
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