Real me

Nobody knows it’s empty, The smile that I wear. The real one is gone by the time that no longer exists. Because I left you there…   Nobody knows I am crying. They won’t even see mine but I can count my tears. When they think I am laughing, I wish you were here…  …

Juke Joint

Measurable volume empty space Sun has risen, hours passed Since the last few patrons laughed then left Distinctive timber presence remain Juke joint slumber, eerie din Kept captive and alive within somehow Stand still listen in ghostly relics, remnants’ hiss Let the stereo-cilia be kissed to see Amazing echoes juke box spins refusing decay, reverberations…

Stars of splendor

The hearts of those shining bright Find peace and hope viewing the sunshine On the most graceful beast’s streaming hair Celebrating the beauty of the brawny mare. Thousands of fanatics dream this ride On the backs of wild stallions – Mustang and Arabian To break free from captivity and embrace the life’s merit To rebel…

Downtime

When I withdraw from the roster of worldly duties when I’m with myself cawing of crows bothers me more than before. I like to bombinate. When I get used to its pace, ravines belong to another sequel. Hortative voices within convey Absolute Being to point of convergence. This is bliss.

A Bad Dream.

Timid And scared. There I lie. I can’t breathe, Nor can I tell you why. Im gasping for oxygen, Like there’s nothing more I could lose. I’m feeling numb again; Possibly for the hundredth time. I endure a rush In my veins, The poison Of anxiety running through. I lay right there, Till I pass…

The Beautiful Melody Of Silence

The beautiful melody of silence Keeps me occupied When alone Enjoying solitude!   The melodious silence Speaks volumes Of meaningful and meaningless ideas Passes mind every moment.   Nostalgia, the best mate, Never leaves like a shadow Hovers around to make sure I am living, in the past and present!   The de-peopled space, My…

The line

I went to the waters, Salty myself, Saw a line, Between the seas and heavens, And thought to myself- Maybe, maybe That is where we stood apart Here’s to the branches That held us, And to the prime number That we were That could only Divide itself.

Missing

Missing is a feeling that connotes So many things; Anxiety tinged emotions bound Quite tightly by life’s strings Or maybe just a tiny miss, when Someone’s gone to store Knowing that they’ll be right back, A quick and easy chore. There’s missing friends and family, Who live not where we are, But still exist to…

Pinnacle

I stand by a wicked smile. Holding grudges over desert lines. Gods being menaced by moths and flies. Veils fail to save when the evil dies. The golden snowy showers from above. Sins can wait – This moment is euphonious. The bitter wrath of eerie nights in love. Death and Ghosts scoring in torment. You…

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