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 Jan 2016 Snow flake
Max Jonas
I saw you that day was rainy,
I wouldn't meet you after this maybe,
Please don't escape from rain, because it was me,
Dark, misty and lonely I need somebody to hold me.

I don't believe in you and your beauty,
You're a trick always behind me,
I exist, you exist in same county,
But couldn't say exist "we".

I am exhausted far away form me,
Let me die here softly and silently,
Please not afraid, I am always ready,
Take the gun and count the three.

I am not player named game "life".
It is over now, from beginning of 1995.
Have no faith, the past I don't remember.
I chose my library as a holy temple.
i care not for fame
i need only the love
of my family
Senryu
 Jan 2016 Snow flake
RH 78
Fight
 Jan 2016 Snow flake
RH 78
Punch
Kick
Body shot
Headbutt
Elbow
Knee
Slap
Pinch
Hair pull
Fly kick
Drop kick
****** nose
Awkward silence
Depart.
 Jan 2016 Snow flake
Miskin
Please,
Black coffee
as my darkness
without sugar
as my life
I release you, my beautiful and terrible
fear. I release you. You were my beloved
and hated twin, but now, I don't know you
as myself. I release you with all the
pain I would know at the death of
my children.

You are not my blood anymore.

I give you back to the soldiers
who burned down my home, beheaded my children,
***** and sodomized my brothers and sisters.
I give you back to those who stole the
food from our plates when we were starving.

I release you, fear, because you hold
these scenes in front of me and I was born
with eyes that can never close.

I release you
I release you
I release you
I release you

I am not afraid to be angry.
I am not afraid to rejoice.
I am not afraid to be black.
I am not afraid to be white.
I am not afraid to be hungry.
I am not afraid to be full.
I am not afraid to be hated.
I am not afraid to be loved.

to be loved, to be loved, fear.

Oh, you have choked me, but I gave you the leash.
You have gutted me but I gave you the knife.
You have devoured me, but I laid myself across the fire.

I take myself back, fear.
You are not my shadow any longer.
I won't hold you in my hands.
You can't live in my eyes, my ears, my voice
my belly, or in my heart my heart
my heart my heart

But come here, fear
I am alive and you are so afraid of dying.
Joy Harjo, leading contemporary Native American poetess
 Jan 2016 Snow flake
Miskin
An old man story
A life in ruins
I was born blind
A life comes from darkness

I'm always in there
No light
No person
without
loneliness of darkness
for me
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