Druzzayne Rika

Druzzayne Rika Dec 2023

My inner voice, a chatty friend,
When sleep I seek, its whispers blend.
It lures me to its side,
And bids my slumber to confide.

It babbles on, without a pause,
Its endless chatter makes me doze.
I try to hush its gentle plea,
But sleep eludes me, it mocks me.

Oh, inner voice, I beg of thee,
Please grant me peace, and set me free.
Release your grip, and let me rest,
For sleep I long, my weary quest.

Druzzayne Rika Dec 2023

Heavy silver sea

A violet sky, a silver sea,
A scene so pure, it should make me free.
But in this beauty, I find no ease,
A hollow feeling that won't appease.

The air is pungent, the land is polluted,
The creatures of this world, so persecuted.
Their plight unseen, their voices unheard,
As we exploit them, with no remorse.

Our greed is like a parasite,
Devouring all in its sight.
We leave behind a trail of destruction,
A hollow world, devoid of instruction.

Vindictive nature, now takes its toll,
As we reap the seeds that we sow.
The beauty fades, the sparkle wanes,
And all that's left is a hollow refrain

Dec 2023

Kurt Philip Behm

Chasing The Dragonfly

Patience
is only
for those
who have
time

The rest
left
to panic
jumping
the line

Sentience
metered
and charged
by the
hour

Despair
given
freely
among
—the most dour

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)

Dec 2023

Carlo C Gomez

Pieces of Sylvia

~
She stands on the roof of the world, a ship in a bottle. She likes to wave at passing boats, inviting 120 volts to raise their sails.

Words unbosomed -- her attempt of blotting out the sun and those bloodletting habits.

Her eyelids say, "Only the disquieting muses have time for me." So she writes like an umbrella, shading reality; remembering pluck and luck stories about bumblebees, lovingly wrapped in Tiffany-blue ribbon and paper.

Father used to solve her every contemplation. Now indecisiveness in what she asks. Now indecisiveness in arbitrary tasks.

And she and her negative capability are the last two awake at a slumber party, giving commonplace words the allure of secrecy.

You see, she is only harmless when she sleeps.
~

#sylvia #plath #poet #death #family #depression #grief #suicide

Druzzayne Rika Dec 2023

Trapped by words

In depths of silence, words lie trapped,
Like stones of thought, my mind ensnapped.
To speak, my voice finds no release,
Held captive by the fear of cease.
In this stifling air, I cannot thrive,
My spirit yearning to survive.