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 Apr 2015 kas
K Balachandran
There is a heavily barred chamber between,
the bitter end of reality and the dream gone dark,
she was locked up there with a window open
to the nightmare created with marvelous illusions.
with a start, she saw little angels with clipped wings
looking out through the gaps of barbed wires
of a window, more of a hole on the wall, on the top floor.

They looked too young, trapped, blooming buds,
and they started to wave wildly at her, perhaps
thinking she could somehow help, take them out,
she felt dazed, as if a poison arrow hit her chest,
everything was dipping in dark, didn't look good at all,
felt like crying, she remembered, tears dried up, long before

from a safe distence seeing all this he felt crying out loud,
but didn't forget, he is only a butterfly, with fragile wings.
a girl with painted lips, he noticed was blowing a kiss
to a man in the balcony, perhaps.he didn't clearly see
his face, but why such affection, they didn't look like lovers!

The setting sun, he thought was fiercely crying,
with, heat , light and deepening shadows, that dance,
her eyes, indolent, fixed on a flower bed, a girl was
talking to her lover boy"Äll good things in life dwindle"
as if suggesting it's all over once and for all between them,
close by sitting on  a tired flower, preparing to close,
the butterfly saw the swarms of bees of night, approaching.
 Apr 2015 kas
MV Blake
That's no good, said Miss pointedly,
As my poetic dart hit a wall
Made of contempt and frustration,
All hers, not really mine at all.

Where’s the structure, the rhythm?
Why there’s nothing at all,
Just a jumble of ink smudged words
You may as well scrunch in a ball.

I sat patiently and weathered this storm,
As her wind rattled windows inside my hall.

Are you listening Blake?
No, not at all.
Though perhaps just a bit,
Enough to recall,
Eighteen years later,
Long after your fall.

Perhaps you were right, and I was too young,
To see quite how bad my poetry was penned
On ink spotted pages in tea stains of angst,
The rules being lost as I twist them and bend.

So this is to you, my old English witch,
Who cursed my work with dismal dismay.
Maybe I learned a little bit more
Than you thought I did that day.
Or not.  It doesn't really matter what she thought anymore.  The joys of growing up.
 Apr 2015 kas
Ocean Carter
Move on.
 Apr 2015 kas
Ocean Carter
Are you going to do something or are you just going to stand there and bleed like the world owes you anything?
 Apr 2015 kas
Ayin Azores
AIR
 Apr 2015 kas
Ayin Azores
AIR
Bruises and scars
long roads that will take you far
the sound of your wheels
the sound of my heartbeat

as kids we'd play along
sticker tattoos of black and gold
silly jokes and odd fears
as hollow as your dreams

we grew older
knowing what the future would lead us through
you broke your heart and your bones
2 years past but it pains you more

if only you'd let her in
you would not hear her scream
you would not see the light
you would not see the light
 Apr 2015 kas
Thomas Bron Mukama
You're as bright as Education
Straight but bendable
You think with backup
You can recycle and retrieve memories
You define bravery
And your emotions speak

Your desire is classic deliverance
For you swim in deserts
And plant wisdom fruits
You climb space and find impossibilities
As you massage thousand of hearts.
You're a folded situation
With an inside out beauty
Your hand is a Miracle
That offers deliverance through writings
You're the white spot, in a dark room.
 Apr 2015 kas
Ayin Azores
Faded skies of grey and blue
Obliterated memories of me and you
Twenty one days of pain and pleasure
A rewind of the things that we cannot measure

Resisting the affection that you’ve been asking for
Slowly the tears fall down to my cheeks once more
How can you love the monster standing infront of your door
Are you even sure that you are capable of loving, at all?

You can cry but not for too long
Your heart has been broken once more
This is the price that you have to pay
For playing the game, you weren’t suppose to play
Originally posted on my personal blog : iamnamedafterabiscuit.blogspot.com last November 03, 2011
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