A beautiful dazzle of sunlight wakes me up,
Slowly opening my eyes feeling numb.
Slowly remembering the taste of my own cup.
Karma, that ****** ****.
Splattering blood in the parking lot.
All of the memories and regrets are brought;
Left me bleeding.
A silly smile on my face.
Waiting for that fatal coup de grace.
A bludgeoned arm, a fractured leg, a broken nose...
Peacefuly falling in the arms of Azrael, to forever repose.
A slow walk to nowhere
A metaphor for life
Hills and valleys flatten
Amid the daily strife
Of drifting ever onward
The ending never clear
If today or if tomorrow
The last hurrah is here
Like walking the dog through raindrops
Pellets of water coating my head
Sniffing the ground for nothing
Or something being dead
Longing for resolution
Holding hands again
In bed with us and then
Turning off the faucet
Of guilt and pain gone by
A chance that’s barely taken
Happiness worth the try
A faster walk to somewhere
Only the future knows
A happy life together
A restful night’s repose
your look saturates
your focus brings me repose
and rattles my bones
my heart overflows
as I witness your passion
all day I could gaze
shivering at the thought of
a vanishing graze
never more than a
fleeting glance or short - lived touch
our blockades entrench
our confines have names
mine is called he, yours is she
our shackles we vowed
our love manifested
if perhaps time allowed
us as one maybe
we are left unsatisfied
us; left unanswered
softly fell on the tin roof
their pitter patter
sent one off to deep repose
*hushed of speechless embrace
Through this poem, I do solemnly confess
My morbid obsession with Death, my Knight
Meeting you would be the ultimate test
Your harrowing grasp is my daily plight
You did take my mother that fateful day
To that realm of gold beyond this Earth's veil
Mem'ries, are all I have, of what she'd say
They'll keep me going 'til when "we'll" set sail
I long for you with a yearning that's deep
Simply waiting for you to come my way
To take my weary soul for Hædes' keep
How I pray Fate may hasten to that day
I'll be on my watch for you 'til we meet
Death, this verse has been penned for you, my Sweet
... the final repose...
I met myself last night after a long time
I buried my face in my blanket
as tears fell off crushing my heart.
I didn't know what to tell
or just be there for myself.
I kept quiet in tender stillness at night
I went across my heart & mind
and asked them how they are?
I know you all are exhausted
but still be with me.
I know its hard, but still
don't leave me apart.
I had a long conversation with each territory within me
longing through all the episodes of my life with me.
I know you all never make a fuss over my each day's agony.
I know its been 12 years long
to keep me alive
and trust me I am trying hard to keep you all up too.
I know you all need to repose
and make your way towards a little more pleasures in life.
Trust me I will yield all of that for you all
As I have only you all within me
so I will caress you all
caving in with love with all of me
mended in smiling pieces of you all with me.
I was with me last night for hours long and things have settled
in a serene pose she lay, on her passing day
life's brow creases did fade, on her passing day
all of her suffering went away, to death's tranquil bay
sleep eternal being made, when she drifted on the day
her hands clasp as if to pray, repose's psalm did so say
departing for heaven's glade, peaceful was her day
rest perpetual in array, a quietude still of stay
the face beautifully bade, with an expiring day*
a body hushed of May, her forever allay
*profound the slumber's lade, Ada's final day
the dew point.
A drowsy tabby
First attempt at a Septolet ;)
She walks through the forest,
Beauty in motion.
Swift and elegant as the trees.
A mixture of Autumn leaves.
Skin smooth as a river,
Cool as the evening breeze.
Her mind is a landscape,
Filled with light and shadow.
Wisdom in every breath she breathes.
She sees right through me,
Leaving me in repose.
Coaxing my troubled mind with ease.
For my Dearest Love..
I sang a song that made them weep.
I sang a song that made them gasp.
I sang a song about lost love
although I had neither loved
nor suffered a great loss.
They fell in love with the song,
and showered me with praises.
I bristled at every kind word,
I loathed the adulation.
I couldn’t decide whom I hated more –
these people who couldn’t spot my insincerity
or myself for starting the sham.
Icy ball of fire,
vitriol soaked thoughts.
Raw from the undeserved love,
I sang another song –
this time of the putrid hatred
coursing through my veins.
My audience increased double-fold.
They applauded me for “being brave”
and “baring my pain”.
I couldn’t understand
how all my hostility
inspired such whole-hearted acceptance.
While I sat brooding,
one more song came to me.
A tender tune,
of warn repose.
And when I sang it,
I didn’t need to think
whether they would love it or hate it
because this time,
I sang the song for me
and I loved it.
NaPoWriMo Day #28
Poetry form: Lyric