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I saw her mourn in orange tears, Her own death coffined in broken shards of Ripened yellows, Her tangy veins frosted in brine, Glistening in final shafts of the tuscan sky, That slowly changed to bitter wails, Her once blossomed visage of plush pinks Now remaining a scarred panorama Of scarlet chips; Birds sing an …
Tiny shards of my heart pierce my side whenever I reflect over my flouted marriage. In retrospect, I should have ran. I should have laughed at the picture he sent me but a small part of me wanted to find out more about this mysterious stranger like what had caused the sadness behind those beautiful …
Every night my lover builds a home inside of me. A home for us to dream endlessly. Inside this home there is a limitless space for laughter… a space for us to fill with air. A timeless space for us to grow older. He made me paper dreams. Paper dreams for paper houses. Papers houses …
I lay shattered among broken shards Of memory Scratched and peeled by splintered Edges; Sensations bled, Seeping through the membranes Of sticky band-aids, Rotting the stitches in bubbling venom; I swept away the sharp stubs Into satchels of yesterdays, Dumped into trash cans of Current day chimes, yet they remain as if forever, the stench …
Appreciation and acknowledgment are essential aspects in every walk of life. Appreciating one with encouraging words and motivational thoughts spreads radiance of energy all around. At times, one pat on our backs or one ‘well done’ note is all we need to fill our lives with happiness. Appreciation sows seeds of progress and development, as …
An Ode to your eyes filled with wonder and surprise Kudos to their designer because they are deep enough to float an ocean liner Large, beautiful and round are their size the perfect compliment to their owner who is wise A high definition window to your soul that is eons old Haunting like King Hamlet’s …
Let me tell few things about myself or maybe let me tell you the most important thing about myself. I am a writer, a storyteller and a creator. I have enough pain inside of me that would help me write till I die. Actually, what makes someone a writer is the amount of pain they …
Dawn’s golden dust pulsated Through creases between leaves As your words beat between The crevices of my heart; The shimmers sprayed over Plush blue waves of rivers rippled in ecstasy Like every throb Spreading the essence of your rhapsody To the tip of my veins; Birds trumpeted the song of new As every syllable plucked …
Yes, I am concerned about your health. Never wanted to involve myself too much, but now attentive and plugged into the wealth of highs and lows you’ve felt, I watch you take such pains to synthesize and recreate your sense of self. Sometimes, at night, the air swells with sorrow and the tumult lessens …
Trump is an international disgrace a slap in every sane American’s face Filling the media with his vile volcanic verbal pollution instead of the White House his next home should be a mental institution His horrible hate knows no limitation and both art and life are insulated by his intimation His presence haunts the body …