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Mar 2017 shåi

mimicry

Mar 2017 shåi

Akemi

mimicry

belated coward on the step
shot break of dusk
twilight receding into concrete
packed on the alley wall
cigarette ash and the suffocating mist of
a lurid breath
fade.

in a dreamlike wake
time collapses
caught in the hybrid space of
ambivalent mimicry
a traumatic double which morphs recognition
into terror.

you smile
i slip into
La Frontera
and learn to hate
myself.

you can't spell desire without ire
haha, i am so witty
i am doing a media studies degree
someone **** me

#lacan #anzaldua #bhabha #fanon

Dec 2016 shåi

without knowing

Dec 2016 shåi

Sam

without knowing

you can write poetry without being a poet
I feel Bukowski sometimes wrote without knowing how
or why
just because he was Poetry
like how Gogh painted for love
or for his next meal
not for me
not for we
like how an athlete runs for running
and a singer sings for singing
and a sinner sins for sinning
maybe you can't become a poet
it must be in you from the beginning

#poetry #thoughts #poems

Dec 2016 shåi

I Have

Dec 2016 shåi

Lady RF - Rosalie Fayad

I Have

Have you ever heard the sound
of someone's concealed, internal tears,
crying through the vibrations
of the still, dense silence?

A piercing,
screeching sound,
Whilst seeing invisible, warm blood
pouring from their eyes -
such horrific,
torturous violence.

Your soul feels
the shock
of the extreme pain--telepathically.
You feel helpless, to say the least...

A tainted soul,
truly horrified -
tortured
by their cruel,
internal,
dark, dark beast.

Have you? ... I have!

By Lady R.F ©2016

Dec 2016 shåi

Merged

Dec 2016 shåi

Sanjukta Nag

Merged

Our bodies are facing
The arms of dawn.
Conflicts of our skins
From night's reverie
Floating with fading purple.
Still lost in the depth of
Your starry mouth,
Particles of me
Merging into the universe.
Mingled thoughts
Under mingled fingers
Making galaxies crumbled
Time after time
Inside my closed eyes,
As I'm being washed by your
Warm luminosity.

I'm overwhelmed as Merged got selected as a daily poem. It means a lot to me. I'm grateful to all the poet-readers of HP. I wouldn't be able to achieve it without their support. Thanks a lot ❤

#love #*** #lovers

Nov 2016 shåi

autumn light

Nov 2016 shåi

beth fwoah dream

autumn light

leaves drifting
down dark lanes
that curve where the stream
dreams of the soft blues
of a sky that melts with
forgotten passions
and the greyer mists
of day dream
and the clouds
with their moods
of the wind and
their fields of
air, drift until
the sky winds
its streams of blue.

Sep 2016 shåi

piety and poetry

Sep 2016 shåi

wordvango

piety and poetry

some believe in the deity
others in the sanctity of self
I think poetry is a religion
a soul unto itself
not a god
but close
and I seek her his its
calming words
wisdom
to get on my knees
and worship
every night
alone
here
in my sanctuary
like any
true believer

Sep 2016 shåi

Man In Black

Sep 2016 shåi

South-by-Southwest

Man In Black

He walked the streets a begger
they buried him like a king
he played a six string guitar
he wore no golden ring

She had the voice of angels
survived a valley called death
then fearing no evil
she passed every test

They wrote the songs with sunsets
they walked the line together
they stood in a ring of fire
in love they burned forever

Tribute to Johnny Cash and June Carter

#love #muscians

Sep 2016 shåi

the listeners

Sep 2016 shåi

Cynthia Jean

the listeners

I am
so
grateful
for
those
who
listen.

Thank you all.

Sometimes
listening
might
just
save
a
life.

Might
be
the
invisible
offering
extended
enabling
one
to
hold on
for
one
more
day.

Cj 2016

taking time to care