Ceased to be.

You have the
All adventures
I yet to have..

My heart is the heart of a child,
Who doesn't know how to say goodbye,
So I will wait for you,
In the corner of a verse!

By: Nida Mahmoed.

Feel like a pebble getting tossed about in the sea,
Anger and frustration sweeping over me ,

Never getting a moments peace
From this pain washing over me, there's no release,

Getting frustrated of having to keep up this fight,
When I keep getting told it's never going to be alright,

And always thinking that the pain will go away ,
But everyday it says " I'm here to stay ",

Frustration like a wave crashing on the shore,
Turning to anger and nothing more ,

And  you feel like  your floating on a wave of fear ,
With all the water,your never ending tears ,

Then the little pebble is washed onto the sand,
With the promise of being on dry land,

Yet only to be caught and thrown back into the sea.
Tossed and battered, never to be free...

You need to see your pieces
To get the
Full Picture!

There are monsters
whispered about by sailors
in tavern fairy tales, through
nervous anecdotes

Speaking about something
will give it life
it will come to you
from the darkest corner
of the Mirror.

You are just another
swallowed sailor
from a ship with loose lips
and burnt candle mirrors

Our story is whispered
by sailors in tavern
fairy tales about the times
when the best that it is
isn’t enough to save yourself

from the darkest corner
of the mirro

BG-4/8/17

I saw two butterflies in the alley,
'Twixt the new well and the orange tree;
With the shade of the tree they seemed to dally
To tease the sun who, without them cannot be.
I overheard two blackbirds when I looked up:
“Why can’t we tease the shade like the butterflies?”
Said the maid-bird, pretending an orange to sup.

And before she could even realize,
The blackbird spread his long wing over her thighs.
In the throbbing blue flakes of the sky she cries
& she cries & she moans & she moans & she cries -
Unlike a Buddhist.