Inner Conflict

Here it starts, my love Are you ready to stand – through my version? Let me take you through The lands of retribution That will break you into pieces. It starts with a creek And the leaves Gliding in solace It shows your memory Filled with glee And people all surrounding, It was those days With flowers all blooming And Periwinkle so blinding A million … Continue reading Inner Conflict

Spring rising

A lush green Thoroughly undisturbed And the bleeding gold Seeping through the crevices Blue and grey – An elongated spine Rising into the sky And a million hands, Comforting the spring Besotten shades of life. The nightgales singing With the rising tides, On this stone encased land The mellow music Sparrs with the wind And with mountains to cross We lie with the Dew ridden … Continue reading Spring rising

Haze

His eyes were liquid honey Blazing and brimming awake; ‘Twas twilight reflected on his gaze. She stares away, in a daze Instincts clouded and lips locked away, Memories clouded and muddled. This familiar haze…. But, there it stays, The raging storm From a time before dawn. Yet again, the familiar emotions Grips the saint; so silence, Please, let me tame the devil. Let the ugliness … Continue reading Haze

Phoenix

Burning to fly, Rising from the ashes And learning – With each fall, Pleading with the next one To rise. In the darkest Hour, with each twilight Bust into flames And be reborn, More alive Than destiny claims. Poet’s note: Dear reader, have you ever sat in a darkened room and just crying yourself? Hopeless? People say it makes you stronger, eventually. For now, I’ll … Continue reading Phoenix

Yearning

Wandering, this summer She spent wavering. This city is a mystery That I cannot fathom; It’s a breath of fresh air And turmoil at heart, It’s like his touch leading you While his mind is afar. A clash of the past and the present, Her mind is yearning While the numbness haunts Her reasoning. Do you roll with it or Do you walk away? Do … Continue reading Yearning

Long poem: Unbridled Spirit

In this mighty grey, She trails behind. Behind her kin, Her friends, Behind the ones. Trying to be better. It is such a slow progress Once, then twice and then some, Breaking spirits as they come. What will you do? Unchained, she limps on; Scrapping wounds, Sweating blood. Trailing behind, ‘Loser’ is the term With which she is defined. Yet, she is unbreakable, No, let … Continue reading Long poem: Unbridled Spirit

Wordless

Dreamy, bright and so Right. The knight with Everlasting sweetness and light. How can she tell you? The worthless worries Paired with blatant Insecurities; you With your perfect streak. It took just a sigh, To set it off course The tingling that Pierced in through Touch. Lips unstrung. For now, we ought to stay Non-existent. She’s not the one in your heart, Your treasures lie … Continue reading Wordless