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 May 2018 Holic
Alvira Perdita
wake up, brush teeth, get dressed
make coffee, pack, double check.
the same routine every day,
the same day played out yet again.

the same email to the same type
of people who i know aren't going
to make a purchase. the same answers
to all the same questions.

going home at the same time,
to the same place i hate, thinking
all the same thoughts, wondering,
wondering,
wondering.

if this is 'life', maybe i'm not cut
out for it.
"reality is a place i would hate to live."
 May 2018 Holic
Alvira Perdita
slowly, i've noticed things
getting more and more difficult.
slowly, i've noticed the little
things become mountains.

slowly, i've begun to understand
that things are getting worse.
slowly, i've began to notice
that i'm getting worse.
here we go again; falling back into the hole i've only just escaped.
 Apr 2018 Holic
Sajini Israel
Tension high,
the air is saturated with dust and mist
moving about like asteroids in space.
Time is almost up
our once high morale
Gradually drops.

Radiation from Ice,
electrify our veins.
Last drops of adrenaline,
Supplement race in the field.

Hope is swallowed by panic pangs,
the galaxy smiles on the sixtieth second.
Yeah! that last minute.

The metal lands on the pedal with an accuracy like that of the dance of the milky way.
The net is shaken,
not by the winds,
but by a circular ring of fire.....
And it is a goal.
Dedicated to yesterday's Match of Real Madrid against juventus
 Apr 2018 Holic
Sajini Israel
The moon calls my name
fate shivers in terror.
Is he now late
or is this a piece of horror?

Stormed by mind tapes
inscribed by good days.
Weights of shared affection and passion
are now buried in the sand of memories and imaginations.

The earth weeps,
as it is being whipped.
The world's greatest gift,
Is about to be enclosed in it.

Darkness embrace the earth,
Stings of viral sadness is felt.
Loved one's soaked in the river of tears,
My beloved Mom was drenched in the rain of fear.

As the earth opened it mouth,
Memories from good old days began to replay,
Of how we rushed home from school at the end of the day
to see your loving face.

Running back through time,
I recall how you answered many of our questions with just a stunning smile.
Turning back the wheels of the clock,
I am overwhelmed by the affection you showed your flocks.

Six feet down,
the heavens frown.
Hoping we meet again,
never to part again.

My tear filled soul can only say I MISS YOU.
Dedicated to the loving memories of my father Late Pastor Ejiro Sajini
 May 2017 Holic
Alvira Perdita
my demons whisper to me
as i lie awake at night.
they tell me to put them
into words, immortalize
them between the pages
of a book.

but i am afraid that someone
will find them, that someone
will end up with them
in their own head, and i can't
imagine putting someone else
through that.
sleep is becoming scarce again. i'm becoming scarce again.
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