Enygma: Favorites

Jul 2015 Enygma

Theresa M Rose

Little bird little bird
So fragile, so small
From way high in the branches
You tumble and fall

Little bird little bird
Let me show you to fly
To soar up to the heavens
To set fire to the sky.

Little bird little bird
… but, no one may know
If's heard a little peep
Those feathers will go

Come on little bird
…lets lift up your wings!
Fearful but so happy
Little bird sings!

Little bird, little bird
Will, what do you know
Plucked of every feather
Now, where will you go?

Jul 2015 Enygma

Dance

Jul 2015 Enygma

LB Parker

Dance

There will always be
Something to admire
In the poetic gracefulness
Of horizontal desire

With love, kelsey

#dance

Jul 2015 Enygma

Cravings

Jul 2015 Enygma

Mahdiya Patel

Cravings

I was once introduced to a beautiful violence. I craved the way his mouth would leave bruises on my skin, these bruises reminded me of infinities , dark and twisted.

I wanted to engrave my name into his flesh forever.

I liked how he touched me, his hands didn't gently brush over my skin , he embraced my whole body harshly.

I wanted to pierce my nails into his skin forever.

I desired his aggressive approach and how he often called me **** instead of beautiful.

I enjoyed feeling desired.
And I wanted to feel it forever.

#love #desire #lust #dark #**** #burning #forever #cravings #profound

Jul 2015 Enygma

Heartbreak

Jul 2015 Enygma

eileen

Heartbreak

she walked around
waiting for the pain to fade
but her make up stains
were ugly on her face
she smiled for her family
everything was ok
she was an actress
to everyone
loved games
only
one day she would break
his heart
just like he did
to hers

Jul 2015 Enygma

A Failure's Prayer

Jul 2015 Enygma

Belladonna

A Failure's Prayer

Me prays to thee, Oh Lord
To shine your light upon me
'Cause its been dark in here for so long

I wonder how the sun rays feel like ?
The cold has chilled me to my rotted bones

I've forgotten how the warmth of joy feels like
This endless failiure has wounded me to my core..
Let me taste success for once ?

Grant me the fruits I have laboured for
Bring me the mirth I have dreamed of
Shower Your Blessings upon me, once ?
I pray to thee, Oh Lord.. with my heart and soul
All yours.

For When all hopes die, all doors close.... Only Your Saviour can pour mercy on You.

#dream #sad #depression #prayer #god #failure #desperation #success #mercy

Jul 2015 Enygma

Rain

Jul 2015 Enygma

its gonna make sense

Rain

i wish
i were as brave as the rain
because
they are not afraid to
fall

©IGMS

when there is no one there to catch them...

they are the strongest, bravest and
saddest things I've known :(

PS:
-the thought "the rain are not afraid to fall" were not from me . :)

#broken #rain #hurt #bleed

May 2015 Enygma

7 Reasons Why It's Hard Being a Poet

May 2015 Enygma

Devon Webb

7 Reasons Why It's Hard Being a Poet

We are critical.

We find flaws in
everything we see
because nobody
wants to write
about perfection,
even though sometimes
we wish we could just stay
staring into that
unblemished surface.

2. We are never satisfied.

We live our lives upon
mountains of
scrunched up
bits of refill and
ideas we gave up
trying to
express.

3. We never forget.

We write words about
eye contact made
three months ago
that we replay over
and over in our minds
even though it
stopped
being relevant.

4. We are fickle.**

Our emotions flash
from one
to the other
like strobe lighting that
disorientates us
until we feel as if
the world
will never be still.

5. We are exposed.

We don't know how
to keep our feelings
to ourselves so
we'll write them
down for
you to find
'accidentally'.

6. We are vulnerable.

We wear our
hearts on our sleeves
and won't lift a
muscle to fight back
if somebody tries
to break it
because we thrive
from the pain.

7. We will never stop.

We will never stop
feeling and
we will never stop
hurting,
we will never stop
breaking and
bleeding and
loving
even though the cycle
is endless
and we know what's
coming next.

We are addicted
to agony,
but we agonise
for the art.

It's worth it though.

May 2015 Enygma

Pre-Invictus

May 2015 Enygma

Patience Neru

Pre-Invictus

Drowning in the depths of depression,
Surrounded by shadows of blue and gray,
I dwell in hellish silence,
So I close my mind and attempt to pray,

Trapped in the tricks of the present,
Struggling to find the escape from today,
The unconscious hand reaches for the knife,
So I clap my hands and attempt to pray,

Swamped in thick thoughts of tomorrow,
Visions of stumbling to a brighter day,
Lulling me into falling for false hope,
So I open my eyes and attempt to pray,

Entrenched in the fissure of the past,
Scrambling to escape far away,
From clutches of the clinging shades,
So I look to the sky and attempt to pray,

Swimming in the currents of life,
Gasping for air after every fray,
Stretching in search for a peaceful shore,
So I breathe in deep and attempt to pray,
God, please give me the strength to stay.

May 2015 Enygma

Invictus

May 2015 Enygma

William Ernest Henley

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
      Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
      For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
      I have not winced nor cried aloud,
Under the bludgeonings of chance
      My head is ******, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
      Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
      Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
      How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
      I am the captain of my soul.