#emerge
Dancing
in slow motion
with that other
version of you.
Not just about heart
Sometimes
It's a stomach thing.
One feels it there,
pounding away.
Unborn wings
Emerging..
The birth of a something
Pressure at your back
As wild birds sing
Everything's right with
believing that
the good in you
is the God in You.
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 4:43 PM UTC
Morning haze,
I wake up
running
out of words.
I close my eyes,
look for your face
and just like that
a poem emerges.
Prerna K
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 12:37 PM UTC
Wouldn’t you believe
pigs might fly?
Wouldn’t you be aware,
there is a pair of tranquil but flying souls?
Surfing and cruising together with a solitude-minded, flying pig.
Across and within,
gently emerge with their burning hearts,
two solitude paths in one.
Wouldn’t it be a celebration of
silent rejoicing?
Nobody wonders that
it could take off
in a spring flight.
Wouldn’t it be able
to set a reunion destination?
Nobody knows:
their tranquil souls have
reasons
but won’t say and
we all know.
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 8:45 AM UTC
I float
No longer swimming to suffice
I’ve met at minds edge
The peak of perception
Lies veiled and lay to rest
I no longer need a spark
Ends of tired knives
Too sick to hurt
Power from the depths
I emerge
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
Fire and pain and sorrow behind me,
A soul in my knapsack they didn't want me to have.
I hear shouts from behind the wall I've broken,
I can't let them get me again.
A light, a song, a passion for me
Lying just beyond the boundary.
They shoot me down and I bleed tears,
But I emerge, my loot intact.
But I emerge, body busted and broken.
But I emerge.
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 2:33 AM UTC
We are all caterpillars
waiting for that moment.
That transforms us to a
butterfly of reasoning.
We will in that moment,
fly higher than ever before.
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 6:19 PM UTC
She lived with her dark side
Only to believe, that one day
The light would reach her
To show her the right way
Committed with naive sins
She thought of giving up all
Same as everyday
She would let herself fall
Addicted to some new drugs
That filled her lungs with smoke
She coughed and repented
Then she started to choke
Heaven, it is, in the world of smoke
Hell is no where near, to be seen
She was losing herself in the mist
Awaiting death, to cleanse her sin
Failure was her try, to get back on her feet
As she sat there wailing her heart out
Deafness and silence seemed to grasp
But no one responded to her grieving shout
She pledged to bring a change
That would make her feel free again
In the hope that the mist would disappear
And relieve her from her miserable pain...
©sim
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 11:25 PM UTC
Last night
A quiet word...
was trembling
A touch....
hypnotized the senses
It was pitch black....
I went to the kitchen
I drank all I could find,
And slept in the garden.
Last night
I pulled flowers from the garden's ground
And clipped their petals...
It tasted like honey.
From that,
All blended into a kaleidoscopic metamorphosis.
Channels opened,
yet, I could not foresee the end
the world became a dome.
Immortal shape shifter's
danced restlessly...
When I awoke
There was dirt in my hands.
My mouth, had dirt.
I woke up covered in dirt.
But, I can only remember
how I drowned into an deep abyss.
The rest amiss.
In the depths, my outer self became less
In the future, I hope I do not grew thicker skin
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 5:46 AM UTC
Out of the darkest shell I emerge,
Bringing Out a path once trailed
I Arrive; With a story to tell
From a past once bitter
To a Path Now Fitter
Out of the grave of dreams, I Arrive
Standing on the Rays of boom
From the pains of Mirage,
To the Shadows longed for
I will take my Chances
Out of the loneliest Sea,
I conquered
Beneath the Deepest Clouds
I Fly, I sojourn without feathers
And tell my tales at Heavens Gate
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 6:49 AM UTC
I think harmony is one of those things,
that can only be determined from an internal blueprint.
Concepts emerge,
and this reasoning is extracted,
from beautiful objects and ideas.
Simply,
an idea formed,
and framed
by a
grouping of
other ideas.
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 10:59 PM UTC
emerge from the sea
like a wave making a splash
rising to be strong
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 4:18 PM UTC
Crash and burn
Not a care given
lost in the wind
Broken by sin
Hurt and scarred
Beyond repair
Ash and dust
All that's left
Failed the test
Darkness and shadows
All in one
Afraid and lost
No more sun
Pain each day
I buried away
Once was sunk
Now has risen
More powerful
Stronger
All I can do is try
Will I win this time?
Or will I die
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC