She is writing words
To ease my hunger for more
But her verses are invisible
More like existing in another plane
Not in my universe

None latest poems come
No words spoken in between
Unaware remain restless
For words of grace and more
One hundred in store

Reading about what could be
Whatever is unfiltering
A random chance
Of not seeing
Not on their page
Not for me
  Nov 22 Druzzayne Rika
Nylee
The purpose of life
To cause misery to those still alive
And to cause some more misery
To others when you die.
  Nov 14 Druzzayne Rika
Pagan Paul
.
Gaze ye not
'pon the misfortune
of the Harlequin,
his dead eyes
will see nothing
of your heart.
Pity ye not
the clown 'pon
his misery bed
of Narcissus petals.
Emotion has thieved
its own fortune,
carrying the weight
of bitter experience.
The furnace, long cold.
Never the embers
glow in his soul,
trapped in a world
when life cares not,
nor matters to the afflicted,
who is mocked
by thy Gaze.




© Pagan Paul (11/11/18)
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  Oct 29 Druzzayne Rika
Sea's End
When two poets love,
Words start to hang in the air
And lose their meaning.
Another haiku? Wow! I'm only so good with words until I actually need to use them. Just ask my girl. (Spoiler alert: I'm really bad at articulating my thoughts in the heat of the moment. That's why I'm here.)
  Oct 29 Druzzayne Rika
Nylee
little longer
a bit more stronger
and so much more
I hope for.
All the papers
I just tore
my dreams not
reaching their shore.
Well before,
so much better
heart sheltered
I, not deserted.
Everything I wore
all filtered
refined to core
expressed.
Could go ahead with
all that
keep quiet
be that
watch and mimic
being sick
in head.
  Oct 16 Druzzayne Rika
Nylee
When it was midnight and
   we had nowhere to go.

When it was sunshine and
  we had nothing to show.

When it was raining
  we were down in pool.

When it was winter
  we were too cool to be cool.

When in May
  we finally found the shelter.

When in December
  we lost another member.

When finally things went well
  we saw another loss.

When things went south
  we took another toss.

When sun rose again
  we didn't trust its light.

When the night spread
  we lived in its moonlight.
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