Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
#chimera
Chimera gave me a Molotov cocktail on a Friday night in a neon-lit downtown scene. - - - they never told me not to drink it because they wanted me to go down in flames. - - - so I drank it, and it burned my innocence for I will never trust another when they hand me a drink - - - but i am phoenix and from the flames i keep rising
0
Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 11:50 AM UTC
phoenix
I circle around the halo That stirs what lies below. Spinning now Only excess materialises in belief form. What is it about the chimera you construct For those that don’t exist? Gasping and grasping on Slivers from a murdered past You insist on perfecting gems in souls Where there are none. Let it rest my friend … or not For the fury of Zenobia Is still lighting What remains of your life And mine.
0
Aug 6, 2019
Aug 6, 2019 at 6:46 PM UTC
Fury
Harboring dreams, those that don't allow sleep. Like nothing it is still there waiting for all that won't come. A Chimera ardent in my veins, like alcohol to an open wound. Wakes me in the morn, keeps me up at night. These nights no more dark than eternal.
0
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 8:34 AM UTC
Memories and insomnia
Shhhh..... Do not speak Listen to the Silence Whispering in your ears Words of wisdom To wake you from the slumber Castes by the spell of Reality's lies Rise from the nightmare You believe to be life Living awaits your return By the bed side. Shhh...... Do not speak Pay no heed To the songs of Sirens That has made you captives of greed. Hear your thoughts It's through those waves Your being tries to reach your body To lead you to your needs. Shhhh.... Do not speak Learn to listen For you learn When you listen The secrets that are never spoken Yet are floating in plain sight Only to be perceived by the seeking eyes.
0
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 3:51 PM UTC
Sound of silence
Let's not go down memory lane For we may not come back sober But drunk with pain we caused each other And things will be back to the first squre Of the entire grid that we have crossed Or rather somehow,just stumbled across To stand in this square, together,once again. Let's not fight,cause it felt nice Talking to you once again tonight All of a sudden I wish to hold you tight And be the source and sink of each others strength Dare to tell me you do not feel the same ? Let's not be teens,for we were fools back then You physical and me emotional Maybe our grown up depression was meant To bring us on the same page But here on let us just be kids Frolicking in the sun Falling on the grass Drinking the rain And licking our hands Tasting all the fun we ever had Relishing those flavours once again!
0
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 3:51 PM UTC
Tonight
Everyday I tell her Not to remember your dimples. Everyday I tell her Not to find those crinkles, Your eyes created While the smile wrapped itself, Intimately around your lips And the first nail of my coffin was hit! Your heart is stuck in someone else, And mine I have left in your closet. After all the time that has passed I am still staring, At the empty mug to hold just a drop, A drop to satisfy this craving Or maybe just to forget this thirst. Thirst,quenched not even by the elixir, Elixir that saved the life But could not fill the emptiness in it Could not give it a meaning to be lived. All I need is a bit of you, But sigh! I can have that never. Yet I love you Just the way you love her Someone said it right- One sided love holds an alien kind of peace, Peace in the pleasure offered by pain, Pain that I, so passionately chase.
0
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 3:25 AM UTC
Pleasure from Pain
In the morning, I woke to this sky that was white Brightly lit by the sun's light. Then the temperature rose, So rose the water droplets in the air And now my sky was a soft blue Reflecting all that came its way. The show ended with all hues, White,yellow,red,orange,blue Creating unparalleled balance of confusion and grandeur Just like it had planned to. Then the sky was smeared and smudged with black Just like the tired,innocent face of a child After an entire day of play. But the cold night is made warm And it's emptiness filled With the bright bold moon, that radiates Like the red round dot between the jet black brows. The tiny sparkling stars Like the sandalwood paste on a bride's face Shouts in celebration for all the greatness it has witnessed. But sometimes without any rhyme or reason The sky turns grey, Like most of the time is my mood. I thought it would rain,but it turned out to be like me too. Sometimes the grey is too long The clouds too big. And they collide like warriors Producing sparks from their swords. Thus comes the lightning,the expressions on my face. The thunder follows close,where I raise my voice. Then finally it breaks,never into drizzles But always a stromy rain Causing destruction Claiming life's on its way. Now I have finally realized It's better to have a drizzle every now and then To cool the soar,instead of deepening it any more With either the flood or the drought
0
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 1:11 PM UTC
Mood
A little bit of reality and a little bit of chimera, I'm sitting at the table of silence, lonely in this era. My eyes are fixed on the ceiling like some projectors towards sweet memories, listening some lectures. It's a little bit early and it's a little bit late. About yesterday or about tomorrow should I say? Anyway, I'm not anything I seemed to be, I'm not a brave Cupid of hearts that sets you free. I feel a little bit cold and I feel a little bit warm, like after the wine that makes everything have a form which catches fire quickly both in love and anger, motivated by infinite agony, searching for an answer. Is that a little bit important, or is it a little bit trivial? As a sparkle, a living heart of a strange ritual, in which it seems for her of love to be unworthy, then she looked in the mirror and learned about mercy. My words have a little bit of sun and a little bit of storm. Even if they're telling the ugly truth that wants to inform that I want to hear enchanted songs of the waves again but then I think, is my soul lying to me? It's going to drain? The soul separates all and puts everything together, even if it's a healed heart, or light as a feather. Makes a little bit of damage, then something useful, if it was sad sometimes, it was always truthful. Doesn't matter if it's on Mondays or Sundays, we all are an amalgam of tears and smiles in this maze. Smiles that are hiding, then show up again and again sometimes as a rough illusion that drives you insane. Yes, it's a little bit absurd, but it's a little bit ordinary. Not everything in this world is a cake with a cherry. We all have inside a little bit of love, a little bit of hate, as tough as it is, we accept that this is our fate.
0
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 3:59 PM UTC
LITTLE BIT OF EVERYTHING
A little bit of reality and a little bit of chimera, I'm sitting at the table of silence, lonely in this era. My eyes are fixed on the ceiling like some projectors towards sweet memories, listening some lectures. It's a little bit early and it's a little bit late. About yesterday or about tomorrow should I say? Anyway, I'm not anything I seemed to be, I'm not a brave Cupid of hearts that sets you free. I feel a little bit cold and I feel a little bit warm, like after the wine that makes everything have a form which catches fire quickly both in love and anger, motivated by infinite agony, searching for an answer. Is that a little bit important, or is it a little bit trivial? As a sparkle, a living heart of a strange ritual, in which it seems for her of love to be unworthy, then she looked in the mirror and learned about mercy. My words have a little bit of sun and a little bit of storm. Even if they're telling the ugly truth that wants to inform that I want to hear enchanted songs of the waves again but then I think, is my soul lying to me? It's going to drain? The soul separates all and puts everything together, even if it's a healed heart, or light as a feather. Makes a little bit of damage, then something useful, if it was sad sometimes, it was always truthful. Doesn't matter if it's on Mondays or Sundays, we all are an amalgam of tears and smiles in this maze. Smiles that are hiding, then show up again and again sometimes as a rough illusion that drives you insane. Yes, it's a little bit absurd, but it's a little bit ordinary. Not everything in this world is a cake with a cherry. We all have inside a little bit of love, a little bit of hate, as tough as it is, we accept that this is our fate.
Continue reading...
32
Where the wind ruffles my hair The rain kisses my lips The sunrays embraces to keep me warm And the serenity makes me break into a song Or just a simple humming and wiggling Where I can lie on the grass to catch my breath And for hours watch the birds fly And watch the kids play Where the innocence once more beats in me That I run up to them just to taste the shear joy in playing Where I can spontaneously plunge into a river and then decide Whether to drink it's purity or drown in it's abyssal depth Or just watch my reflection on its glistening surface And drift off to distant thoughts with the shepherd's kulning Where the farthest stars lead me to my deepest emotions Where the silence of the dark night awakens my soul There I'll make my bed On the grass under the sky And not sleep a wink For I'll be already living in my sweetest dream
0
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 3:00 PM UTC
Dream
What its like to be a segment of salacious commodity ? OH YOU! beautiful fragment of fabricated chimera : enclosed ! trapped ! inside these avaricious periphery of pseudo rim.. The frangible bedizen of synthetic praxises.. What is the sentiment of being a trade off  legacy ? while the legitimate corroboration of the quid pro quo cant be found: yet to this lethal covenant of undesired commingle you are to be bound.. For have they hold the confinement so do they decide the Nemesis: To  succumb your esse to the dread of your ultimating youthful ****** pulp. And just like a marionette.. there are thee: concurring to cede for the felicity of those progenitors.. Immolating your notions and aspirations. vanquished by the fidelity.. Just to commence the relinquish. Just to cease the sentient. Oh YOU!! Just .another ...abiding flesh . Just. Another....forlorn bride.
0
Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 9:30 AM UTC
Trammel
The chimera of yours, the only unextinct creature in your bleak bestiary; that's what I really am: formed from one-half love and one-half throe by you. But I recognized my borders by learning your limits for I wish to forge my own path out from your false mythology.
0
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 6:35 PM UTC
Chimera
hopeless, helpless, confusing, gloomy have faith dark muggy muggy evening of hopes, oh what an error, how could I, this again and again same old same old, hopeless, helpless, chimera, mirage, don't trust lost, defeated, distant, too far the journey, endless, keep walking featureless, destiny, fate, tired, unclear, ebbing evening light, faceless; let go, less hope, less help, less clear, less light, less known, only less not no hope, no help, not clear, no light, unknown, indecipherable; endless, hopeless, confusing, tired, can't walk, where to go, how, how light is within, destiny, fate, chimera, mirage, nevertheless, endless
0
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 5:50 AM UTC
3 Lilies
Sometimes one has to face the Chimera Attacked from all sides with lethal intensity Fighting an imaginary demon, a solitary war Either, one will emerge a winner, or demonized Tame the Chimera, before it annihilates
0
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 10:50 PM UTC
A Fight
It rose from cold mist A dark misty eyed demon Alone was it's prey
0
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 6:08 PM UTC
Gytrash (Haiku)