Abuse

She walked down the hall with her head hung low, Her pace wasn’t fast, neither was it slow People whispered loudly as she walked by, Unable to do anything about it she just sighs They slammed her onto the…
She walked down the hall with her head hung low, Her pace wasn’t fast, neither was it slow People whispered loudly as she walked by, Unable to do anything about it she just sighs They slammed her onto the…
Poems of rebellion, fire and beauty Wild Embers by Nikita Gill is a firestorm of lovely prose, that at times, can be quietly powerful and other times, is an exhilaration of a pure unstoppable force. I will try and keep…
Your hero is my villain, It’s nothing personal; Wish you could see people can be Different things to other People— I didn’t mean to make you cry, But you don’t seem to care about all The tears I shed Or…
I have a lost lover, Who loved me with himself Now loves me with his illusionary presence I have a lost lover, Who stared at me with his own eyes Now stares at me through the moon I have a…
They don’t know who I am, not like they used to think Before it all came apart Maybe I’ve changed Maybe I’ve sunk a little lower When we talk, nothing seems to make sense The voices are strained…
I travel the world in daydreams. I become someone else sometimes. I live to a ripe old age and then I become myself completely satisfied. I follow no one. It is the only way to feel free. Traveling in daydreams…
Crossing by a half baked poetry I found it on the pan over Half dried fired woods of words Smoky all around Suffocation of my breathing process Searching for water or something more flammable I don’t know why, why the…
The barometer is dropping, skies filled with scudding clouds Which gather into towers, bottoms dark as funeral shrouds Winds, that once were calm, now cause the flags to stand out straight And whip the water into waves with faces dark…
I write, More than I speak. I carry my words In feathers. They’re silver lined Like the moon. I touch them with a Light hand. Fearing they might shatter too; (My framework alike) My idioms, Are vague, unclear and appalling.…
As I sit gazing at the infinite sea… I think about everything in front of me… Clenching my fists with mounds of sand… Thought about the creatures in it …and let go.. Am unable to describe the heavenly…
Sometimes I look at you, Not taking off that gaze, Upon you I place my sight. Just to think, How fortunate and blessed I am, To have a friend like you. To have someone to care about. We…
The divine is tangible the body a temple the legs spires the hands feathers the eyes stain -glassed hues Prayer As a shawl falls a mantle over a calm expanse cool harmony the slender stance of a tender…
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 –…
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…
To trade these hands For a house in the forest, landed On a hill above any risk of flood, but near A flowing stream, To tear off the shingles For an open view, converse with hawks, Whisk out the…
I met you at the museum. Funny really, because to me you belong here. Up there with the masterpieces. Among the statues which look beautiful in the daylight and terrifying in its absence, among the sensational oils and ethereal figurines,…