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Sam Feb 2019
When my present fails to accomplish
And hopes of future relinquish
I brood on a past
That ceased to foretell this age.
Expectations. Regrets.
Sam Feb 2019
In mock amuse I lay averting injury
In pretense to dominant numbers in cahoots
Frozen with disappointment’s tumor in my throat
Perfection is therapy, turn dreams to responsibilities
Living a chore compared and contested.
Stealing fools incentives, ignorant and sick in extremity
To this soul’s abhorrence shred
The essence of a messy personality
Goodness! Imposed is punishment.

Mississauga blinks in starry brilliance
Crowds of clouds run determined
Through its sky bared of substance
They fell in irony, grim and abused.
Sore muscles and tired dexterity
Limit the vastness that holds passions clarity.

Winter thaws in shades of splendor
I see harveys faces
I carry life within me, yet fall prey
To this trademark’s weakness
Alas! Daughter! You work too hard
In ease wives waste their time away
Heart with belly knots to this sigh’s regret
There once was compassion the world dominated.

I am hypocrisy I spit at!
I eat gossip off of your best friends shoulder.
Should your intelligence need polishing
Weave the naïve in, your pacifier
From the riverbank.

---Salma
Sam Feb 2019
That ink stained paper piece
With scrawled words of youthful critique
Is my priceless antique.
Writing is passion. Writing is peace.
Sam Feb 2019
She smirked as she fed the roaring fire
Another pink bear to fuel her ire
Pinks or bow ties don’t make you loving or friendly
If indeed in reality you are just a grizzly!
Word prompt. Valentine.
Sam Mar 2019
Mermaid with wings
Bird with fins
Travel the mud rocks and stones
And mirroring blues
Fall prey to times cruel ruse
And come back and again
In blooms and wilts
Foot prints and jingles
The lines curve and tilt.

— The End —