I am drowning in words
Words with shaky hands and wide open mouths
Eternally screaming into the infinite sky
Their hands turning into fists in violent ecstasy
Hands with veins thrumming to the beat of life
Like the rhythmic hum of the sidewalk singer’s throat
The night is still and silent
A blanket of hush trying to swallow it whole
But the window is open and the streetlights are open
My ******* heart is open
And the sound of the earth is crashing into me
There are words bouncing off the walls
Ripping off plastic smile photographs and cut out posters
Trying to rid me of what I thought I was and what I thought I want to be
Filling my insides with a fiery something
Like I just drunk burning water and my ***** mouth is craving for more
On every corner of the room and on every inch of my skin
There are letters and syllables and fragments in messed up writing
Piling up in to mountains and oceans and ******* galaxies

I am drowning in words
And the lack of oxygen has never tasted so sweet

While walking hither and thither
Thinking that tonight, the world will set,
While lying , wondering what to do now,
A headache will come in an autorickshaw
The dinner will be skipped
But what stung will not be a comparatively harmless water snake
That viper will sting
during nightly dreams
Again and again
O my! I am dead!

Then ammini, lying nearby
Will cry once,
Assuming “Oh, oh, father is gone”
While I look thinking that she cried in her sleep
Lo! She will smile
Thereupon, outside,
A full moon will laugh with her

That smile is enough
To lose sleep
Then I will get up,
Go out
While I walk hither and thither
Through the full moon’s laughter,
On the Devil Tree in the yard,
A Yakshi will cry and laugh

Then I will get tired
Duly I will come inside and lie down to sleep
The world I thought had set
Will rise in the east
Then what do I do?
Was it me who died yesterday
Or
Someone else we thought of?


(Salim Kumar , An actor)

The trouble with Hello Poetry
Is that I fall in love daily
Held under so many captivating spells
moulded and crafted by all walks of life
I find myself longing for all of you
the broken, the fallen, the bruised
the saints, the sinners
the righteous, the dispossessed
the holy, the unholy
all meet here
to speak of life
as they feel it
as only we know it.
Onwards, upwards
Downward spirals
kindness, cruelty
crashing through boundaries
bounding across oceans
carried on wistful sighs and broken dreams
The trouble with Hello Poetry
Is that it breaks my heart
Then brings me back to love again
All within an hour.

"No one chooses who they fall in love with, just like nobody chooses when to fall over, but even if no one is there to catch you, you're going to have to get over the fall someday, even if not today or this week, but someday, and whilst you might be a little hurt, even pain goes away someday, and there will always be more falls and more pain, but we'll just have to let life take us to them".

Karl Franssen

This isn't a poem although it could be if you thought about it, but whatever right.
I know we're all poets here but does anyone want me to write a poem or song about anything in particular?
(As long as its appropriate)

"Our dreams prove our sanity".

Karl Franssen

I want to write something worth reading
But my eyelids are heavy
And my hands aren't steady
And anything worth writing
Will still be written