The Door
A lonely path, Yet, from the painted path We shall rise, Marching towards the door, Claw your way through, The locks that bind you To be lost. ♡ Continue reading The Door
Category: Sadness
Human
Walking with no expression. Changing shades Like the rhythm of the sky, Yet – The blurry glass Reflects each hidden jar Of the unrest past. Each sentence Deconstructed. Overthinking. Who am I? In the clasp of the call Beyond the insipid scars; Tenacious beings of the stars Smiling, to rise from each fall Again and again. Unbridled kindness Stitching one to all. Simply inspiring With … Continue reading Human
Bruises
Breathless as the sun succumbs To the clouds, wind Winding in to play This game of charades – Dry, her throat is dry from pleading Almost close to believing. The truth of the misery remains, seems That hope resides in the land faraway. Yet, wake up From the muddled place Where demons haunt and Ghosts of the past stay. With blood and bruises In mind … Continue reading Bruises
Maya: incomplete
Note: Read this poem with an open mind and it might just tell you your story. Past of the wooden doors and poignant panes, To the everlasting lands of flora and fae, In an island and a forest with an Enchanting waterfall, leaves abode, Afloat as the dew dwindles down From the hearth in the clouds. She rises from the depths of dawn, Enamored by … Continue reading Maya: incomplete
Determined
Dedicated to Joe Had this puddle for a long time, As the showers turned to hail And she feels like she’d soon be gone, Maybe it’s just a phase. So here we are, Standing as one, Trying hard To let go. So here we play, This game’s a charade, Lips moving on until ye fade away. Away, while you stay, Stay, maybe it’d crumble away. … Continue reading Determined
Distraction
Look up and twirl, Whilst the sun is still high, You will be caught in the whirl, There is no question to comply. In the midst of the distractions Succumb unto the diffractions, It’s easier my dear, quietly play along, They told her time and time again, so forlorn. The lullaby, the bluebells’ lullaby, Tonight, a sleepless time; When she thought that ‘all was mine … Continue reading Distraction
Nightshade
Dawn at last, Dreams from things past She’s the girl from the dark, Wound in stark Twists from the time Of misleading words, tide Rising past the shadows, Smile, try again tomorrow, Vines widening the burrow – Her abode, with the glimpse of sun. Stride with the wind, Colder than the fiend, Until nightshades breakaway. Continue reading Nightshade
Static Paths
Wrapped in the moonlit night With a single lamp burning away the sorrow, He lurks with the shadows, Besotted with a beautiful plight. Drips of wax, Encasing his smile, Pinned with charms, every mile Wound together, perhaps – In the dreams of cold winter, A sparkling clash of hues Caught them past the blues, A silhoutte of light, a little brighter. Words fail, with the … Continue reading Static Paths
Lost
Once there was a mellow chipper, Stuck in the chasm of endless abyss, The depth drowning the soundless whisper, It was mighty callous. Wandering the foliage of mirth, Glee downtrodden to gloom, The demons enter through the Firth Of dreams, gathering gloom. There is no end to this dismay, The light casted into disarray, Lignin reach out to join this charade, The words strung to … Continue reading Lost
Faraway
Standing there, With your eyes gleaming like a sin; Smile, lighting up each freckle on you skin, It’s like an endless glow, Cascading; The wind whisking through your soul, The leaves rustling with your lore, The longing continues forth, The warmth leaving her, once more. Faraway, It’s the trial she cannot face Everything crumbles to a facade, Yet, like a fire you cannot restrain, It … Continue reading Faraway
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