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Mary Shanti Oct 2018
Layers of life laid out
Words like scratchy stroked paint
Scorched Harsh brush over

Life brushes new thoughts
Stillness can prevail the mind
Where once was cluttered

Splatter moments stay
In the stillness of my heart
Canvas of my life
A haiku I wrote quite some time ago.
Mary Shanti Oct 2018
Pitched mouth kissed
Pledged
Possessed
redelivered
Leaves fall hard- pressed like dawned lovers
We began lost
This four day – old path poured on forever
His smile returned when mezzo del cammin
Again, a fine giver
Amongst true men
See whatever  
Waking  up rediscovered
Mary Shanti Oct 2018
Stick it in
Here we go
Round and round
You put your heart into me
But it is implanted now
Like a fist
Hard
I feel it
Fury and fiery
And can't escape it
You *******
I didn’t ask for this service
How do I unpay the time it took
For you to chisel this love into me
That is only falsely real
Mary Shanti Oct 2018
Kiss me with an awareness
That tongues can’t figure out
Kiss me with a confusion, that spills about
Kiss me with the taste of melted chocolates  that form in our tongues
And then kiss me so hard
We fall in to the  winters lair with molten lava scorching arms
Mary Shanti Sep 2018
Swilled soda at 11pm at night
Wondering why I lie there at 3
Tossing turning
Decisions made far to late
Wrappers
In the trash can
Calories on the waist
Wondering why I ate that last bag of Pretzel M & M;s
Credit card limits reached
Then wondering why I didn’t spend the money on something more constructive
Lyft rides instead of the bus
Sizzling, slices
Each and every morning
Delicious squealing goodness
Whining and wishing
Hours of daydream
Hawkeye, Radar and hot lips on my tv
Because books would take to much time
And probably make me think
Mary Shanti Sep 2018
Solidarity
Of momentary
Misfits
Burning like
An Hour glass
Seeping in
And Out
Time
Running
In distant passageways
Escaping me
And all the frozen
Petals
Fall from
Roses
You never sent me
I wait in
Spaces of time
For the day
When
I will
Understand
When it will come at me
Withered worries
Of the when
It will hit me
Like a pan
Hard and heavy
I try to remind myself I am human
Melodies remind me you are gone
And I slow my breath to catch a glimpse
Of something that once was
Written by me at a time of loss

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