#segregate
Yesterday,
By the flank passing by,
I saw a clan,
With a master child,
He flew the kite higher and high,
Running errand,
With his head unpliant,
His nose at apex,
As if the zenith,
Egging were his pals.
No,
He fell not,
Just was his kite that flew away.
I wonder how different are we,
We who don't stray,
And have no time,
I never learnt how to fly,
Or to give a kite one flight.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 9:20 AM UTC
i like it when my vision fills with color
kaleidoscoping into hybrid hues
or when skinny fine lines
grow into weathered wrinkles
i like it when borders border on nonexistent
and everything blends together
unseparated
unsegregated
i like it when lines grow bold
the strokes of a paintbrush gaining confidence
with every motion
i like it when lines are crossed
over and over
into a tangle of yarn
everything connecting
dissolving
into
a ball of wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff
i like it when lines are blurred
and reality breaks down
letting my imagination roam wildly
i like it when things don't make sense
because i always know
that i can find that line
that leads me back home
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 10:02 PM UTC
Where petals where collected
in formation,
now do the intricate twines of
entanglement untwine.
Beauty now becomes weathered.
A hurricane of motions
now segregate
what was contoured in perfection.
But when a flower wilts its petals
fall nosily...
And all we hear is caustic silence..
for when a life is like a blade it
cuts deeper than any life... silence.
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 6:42 PM UTC