#torrents
i want to stand in torrential storms and scream
until my lungs become ash and the rain has eroded the world around me
~who wants to join?
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 1:29 PM UTC
Who can stay in this life longer than one can stay?
Beauty holds us no more than the mountain’s vista holds water to the riverbed.
As sure as springs and torrents must meander back to open sea, so must we return to our source.
Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 6:05 PM UTC
I'm going to meet with the yesteryear woman,
to give her a sweet, scented lily kind of smile.
I'm going to give her a hug and tell her it'll be okay,
in the yesterday's threshold, in her merciless exile.
There have been many tears and sighs in vain,
in the deserted wilderness, no one to comfort her.
With a ruthless heart, now full of bitterness,
the mistrust in love made her see everything in blur.
She always questioned her own beauty and worth,
but she does not bend in front of the kicks of the fate.
She keeps silence thinking that it does not hurt anymore,
her cheeks swallowed the tears running in torrents of hate.
Her gentle heart was pounding from fear in her chest,
the burden was too hard to bear, so she's leaving.
She braids now enigmas with determined words,
but the river fountains were lamenting and grieving.
I will tell her that tomorrow will be a brand new day,
the stars and the moon will always be there to guide her.
That in this life nothing is what it seems to be,
the sun one day will rise in her way. Yes, my dear Mother!
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 5:22 PM UTC
She swells
from her anger
until blue rivers
flow down her legs
as distinct
as though traced
by a tattoo artist.
He toils, resisting
temptations to apply
the balm that soothes
her soul, she boils
from residue
that falls
on her trail
as they walk together
through her daze.
Resentments sweep
across their fertile minds
caught among this labyrinth
of dreams, desires and fears.
They weather persistent
torrential storms
pelting their being.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC