Issue 3
Wild
15 Jun 2019
Confined in the vicinity of the heart
are the vibrant flames of love.
Captive in the dark valleys of her eyes
are the galaxies glistening so bright.
Caught in cold blood running in her veins
are the emotions so dark red.
Covered in the expressionless face of hers
are the dramatic shades of life.
Canopy of bravery covering her being
is to be torn to see her breaking.
Overcome the facade she puts around her,
her wildness will spread like wildfire.
are the vibrant flames of love.
Captive in the dark valleys of her eyes
are the galaxies glistening so bright.
Caught in cold blood running in her veins
are the emotions so dark red.
Covered in the expressionless face of hers
are the dramatic shades of life.
Canopy of bravery covering her being
is to be torn to see her breaking.
Overcome the facade she puts around her,
her wildness will spread like wildfire.
🕂🕂🕂🕂
Solitude
20 Jun 2019
Sitting in the seashore, collecting seashells
Makes me remember her maturity of playing with waves.
Jumping in the sand, running with waves
Makes me remember her childishness in collecting the shells.
I smile seeing the stars and their peace.
She cries hearing the silence of the sea.
my eyes glisten to the story of agony
her smile stretches to the tale of tyranny.
Same face, same heart
Same body, same blood
I am her soul crying in misery.
She is my body smiling with serenity.
I am the body searching light at night
She is my soul crying for a knight.
Words these are of solitude
of her body and soul, trying
to reconcile before overdue.
🕂🕂🕂🕂
Childhood
22 Jun 2019
Coming over in her direction
Are the memories of childhood.
Childhood,
A time to be wrapped in oblivion
her every happiness but an illusion.
Childhood,
A roller coaster ride of pain and sadness,
her mesmerizing twilight all but darkness.
Childhood,
A time to count stars and hear tales,
her own story of star and their wail.
Childhood,
A memory spreading smile in agony
became her nightmare in serenity.
Echoes her voiceless voices of childhood,
in this voidness of void adulthood.
🕂🕂🕂🕂
Await
5 Aug 2019
Thunderstorms added the music
to the song, sung by rain,
which went unsung
in the days of her rainy storms
While she sat there - by the window
reading herself, in the white pages,
of her black dairy
Waiting.
to the song, sung by rain,
which went unsung
in the days of her rainy storms
While she sat there - by the window
reading herself, in the white pages,
of her black dairy
Waiting.
🕂🕂🕂🕂
Viewpoint
25 Sep 2019
Blood spilling on the battlefield
Dandelions flying with the wind
One was the view to cry
and the other to smile.
The battle within her
just too much to bear
and being the confused soul ever,
she smiled seeing blood, carrying the pride
and cried seeing withering flowers
getting captured in a camera as
-the sight.
Dandelions flying with the wind
One was the view to cry
and the other to smile.
The battle within her
just too much to bear
and being the confused soul ever,
she smiled seeing blood, carrying the pride
and cried seeing withering flowers
getting captured in a camera as
-the sight.
🕂🕂🕂🕂
