Shreya Srivastava: Favorites

Jul 2020 Shreya Srivastava

emnabee

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.

#secret #life #poets

Jul 2020 Shreya Srivastava

Bleed

Jul 2020 Shreya Srivastava

Loveless

Bleed

And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't

#bleed

Jul 2020 Shreya Srivastava

Bleed

Jul 2020 Shreya Srivastava

Loveless

Bleed

And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't

#bleed

Jul 2020 Shreya Srivastava

a human as art

Jul 2020 Shreya Srivastava

Cheyene

a human as art

Trusted on sight
Lost in words

I wonder what colors he would use for me?

Like an expensive painting in a museum
You intrigued me,
Stopped me dead in my tracks

Such intelligence wrapped in delicacy
Careful words change to careless laughter
You are the most astonishing piece

Nervous fiddling
Strangers once maybe

I could feel your soul reaching
Digging deep for something unknown to you
Let me help,
I have a light

Mysterious,
Eccentric and living golden
In a land of mountains and wind

My light stayed lit
As I said nothing
You worked, you searched
You paused and looked up

By accident, our eyes met
And I've been wondering ever since

What colors would he use for me?

C.ļ

Jul 2020 Shreya Srivastava

drunk on you

Jul 2020 Shreya Srivastava

misha

drunk on you

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that

#hearts #mind #soul #girl #lonely #heartbroken #love #drunk #tears #cry

Jul 2020 Shreya Srivastava

stop texts stop wrecks

Jul 2020 Shreya Srivastava

Mark Toney

stop texts stop wrecks

driving home to you
unfortunately I died
~ text said I love you

driving and texting
new car for graduation
~ hi guys guess what I'm

busy city streets
need to text spouse I'll be late
~ pedestrian hit

can't wait to see you
didn't see car stopped ahead
~ text never sent

© 2020 Mark Toney. All rights reserved.

https://www.stoptextsstopwrecks.org

#senryu #texting #driving #stoptextsstopwrecks #pedestrian #graduation #deaths

Jul 2020 Shreya Srivastava

Puddles

Jul 2020 Shreya Srivastava

Amanda Hawk

Puddles

Vowels and consonants

Pool together into words

As my emotions rain down

The grim and grit

Of every memory clings

To each sentence

Until I step in

Then they collect on me

Dampening fingertips

And soaking my tongue

I jump in

Splashing out thoughts

Until I am coated in my imagination

I stomp through

The puddles of letters

Saturating me with words

And sentences are dripping

From my chin

#words #puddles #letters #sentence #dripping #collect

Jul 2020 Shreya Srivastava

RED

Jul 2020 Shreya Srivastava

-elixir-

RED

Red like the regret,
lying around as ashes
from the blaze of the
fire that caught up
in your lies, deceit.

Red as the sky bleeds
her despair raw,
as the wound deepens,
into her veins.

Red like the memories,
spilled like the blood
of the innocent.

Red as the regret
consumes the sanity
away from the sane.

#red #despair #loss #sanity #memories #lost #isolate #safe

Jul 2020 Shreya Srivastava

Traffic

Jul 2020 Shreya Srivastava

Sally A Bayan

Traffic

****

When the boulder was lifted,
Pandemonium started.
Everyone, in a flurry-
The usually slow flow
Of movements.
Now done in haste:
Moving out
Moving in
Resettling
Reorganizing
Moving shelter
Moving food supply
Everyone has to hurry
Confusion
shouts in every corner.
Still, peace is kept
In their lined activities
Though, getting hurt is inevitable.
How could there be so much
Hope and patience,
When soon enough,
Another boulder would be lifted?
Demolition is nearing,
Construction would soon be starting,
Desolation, all is expecting,
Still, they move on,
They live on.
****
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We, could learn so much from
These industrious, persevering living beings.
They are brimming with wisdom,
These tiny,
Slow-moving, fellow creatures,
Called
Ants.

Sally

Copyright November 2013
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

(A repost from 2013...edited a bit.)