Poetry

Time is so unforgiving I see it in my face The wrinkles and the lines They are getting hard to erase. My hair line is receding My bald is starting to show Is it true there are potions That makes your hair grow? My stomach looks distended There's nothing I can do My friends say I look malnourished Sometimes I think it's true. My legs are...

History has some commonality Its always somebody story From their point of view The story becomes skewed. It tells about a special event Truth might be a little bent. We tell it how we see it The real truth is diluted. I tell it like it is I don't skip a beat I don't mince my words So I can be heard I am not going to hush Or beat around the...

YOU CAME LIKE THE WIND OH SO NICE! YOU WENT LIKE LIGHTNING MY LOVE'S SAD DEMISE! WELL,ITS NOT THAT I LOVED YOU THE BEST MILLIONS AWAIT YOUR HAND EITHER CLOSE OR FAR FROM WHERE YOU STAND. WHEREVER YOU GO I CANNOT CONTROL, BUT IN YOUR MEMORY SOMEHWERE I SHALL STROLL WHISPERING TO YOU AT EVERY BREATHE. TELLING YOU MY LIFE TILL MY DEATH.

Spontaneity woven, self-indulgence driven Oh the countless secrets beneath this skin Emotionally stolen by a moment given By death. That wolf whose teeth are sin Spawning now are drops like rain With a life span like that of just a vapor The moment lasts, then stops again The enveloped anthem of a forgotten caper Puddles dry. Evaporation The itch...

Can I die for just one day? I want nothing to do with Tomorrow, I want to float away To a black void, and lay. Not hours ago was I okay, A few sharp syllables But Hope St. declined steep So I shall want nothing more, but to rest, At the bottom eternally For a Day. I'll die for a Day, But shant stay Longer than 12 hours I think By then I'll be...

Ever rising, ever falling, the tides never cease Back and forth, the reins of time flows my wind-laced song, float in the breeze I feel as though i felt the pull, still rolling on I go The vacant throng, their buoyant face The shining attire, its pleasures gone I'd rather don a vagabond dress rough and frayed, tatty and torn In life's race, the...

A blank white page empty as it were never change in nature just be as you are for every time I try to pen a pressing thought rams hard An empty page keeps the silence sharp than a thousand hollow words.

how many dreams can you put in a jar how many ghosts can you catch how many waves can you count in your sleep how many more will it fetch cry to the moon not to loosen its' hold into the void we shall drift awaken us Morpheus from the landscape you weave I know not a curse from a gift

after long and deep reflection I still reek of your infection a pressed flower in your journal bleeding black out of my kernel after careful consideration mixing honey and frustration I'm the spider, you're the fly I can crawl but I'll never fly

House for sale Out in the cold but I don't want that house to be sold The cold didn't sting when you lived within It's warm electric glow soaking into my skin That house wasn't you but it was your place and someone new inside feels like desecrating your space I half thought when you left the house would go too like it was your body an extension...

On an endless road I walk, empty, with peace in evening's dark, as if for my love to show to those who will never know. Where tranquil truth takes its turn, where all the love stories burn, where lies, like vapours, fade, where life can thrive in death's shade. Of all the roadblocks that I saw, were just lies that my mind had told. And now,...

There's so many things I' like to say But my entire life is in disarray I want to tell You what's on my mind If I could have a little of Your time. My heart is heavy and distraught My mind is completely in a rut I pray for divine intervention Only God knows my real intention. This finite intellect of mine Needs to see some kind of sign If I...