#lifeindeath
Between the eyes and on the temples,
the untold things in detail,
are engrafted in the language of pain,
sprung from the involuntary locomotion of thoughts.
The ghastly moments in horror stories I read
in childhood become innocuous and comforting.
They come and disappear into
the disorderly paraphernalia of guilt
and sinfulness, typical of the young minds,
embracing a horrific algorithm
spun around nights and days, and days and nights.
Very many things rave and rampage into there–
they knock and pull and strain and hurt
in restive sleep of howling gusts and gales.
How long will the storms numberless rankle it?
These are not futile cravings– cease,
CEASE the ruction of this smallest land, yet
as enormous as the volume of the universe;
moving or what?
Lull the sleepless pupils on the hearth, lead them
to the lush and tranquil island.
Is a fabled nowhere your resort? How will the
crumbling sinews react to this? I rose and found
a noisy market, where plies a train everyday,
vague and vacant.
Feb 29, 2020
Feb 29, 2020 at 12:14 PM UTC
As Whispered death falls from the tongue
Shielding ones eyes from the sun
The time wasted reflecting seems so.. a parent
To youth born from ground supreme inherent
As you feel that warmth turn to friction glow
From the gaze of those whom well you know
Remember that tis a guide from which to grow
And follow the lights from which they show
In the passing age of gleeful day
The wise of night do often pray
So that our future feet form a way
brighten tomorrow with the light of yesterday
So when looking for yourself alone
And you’re not feeling quite so grown
If you forgot the melody
Like a broken bitter symphony
Please look up and remember me
Despite this blissful tragedy
The sun only sits down to let you see
All the other stars watching over thee
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 11:18 AM UTC
The agonizing vibration in my heart speaks with a silent note,
Much like the wind at night
Wheezing past my window pane.
"You are well and truly alone"
It hisses. Repeatedly.
I mean, I know I am alone and all
But never like this!
This is beyond solitude!
Beyond lonely!
This is deserving of a single word!
A single letter!;
I
....
So it is,
In time immemorial--
Sited here is a poetic mind--
a mortal soul like yours.
Do remember
the silence... and
I
...
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 10:26 PM UTC