Empty Bed

I shared your warmth On my skin, on my bed. That warm patch was comforting When you lay sleeping With your little hand curled In my big one, Content. The warmth And the smell of you Seeped through my skin, Drenched me In your smiles; Grew roots within. But one day You were just gone.…

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At Airport Terminals

Originally posted on Simon's still stanza:
Image source: Google via airportlink.com.au ? At Airport Terminals At airport terminals All the good looking ones Are taken Or connected to Their beloved through A smartphone Cradled in the collarbone hollow As their arms Balancing Juggling Move in a rhythm Weighed with coffee cups And hand luggage.…

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Introducing – A Budding Poet

Dear Readers, Tonight I’m posting two poems by a dear, dear cousin of mine, who’s more of a friend than just a relative. He’s a little shy when it comes to publishing his material. I have been trying to encourage him to write more often and perhaps, create a blog of his own. So far,…

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Letter To Success

Dear Success, They said, ‘Keep going, ‘Ne’er give up.’ They said, ‘Follow your heart’, And I did. But if it were As simple as a start, If all roads lead to you, Then I’m lost. I thought I knew How to reach you But now I’m unsure. Unsteady feet shuffle On life’s tarmac Riddled with…

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My Anodyne

Your tainted love It trickles down Like an IV drip, Plops into me A bit by bit, and I feel Foolishly sanguine, comatose. I am your hallowed vessel, On a lethal dose of you I’ve overdosed. I never noticed When my own blood Turned to water In your hands, When I found myself warped Into…

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I Am Eternity

Sometimes some things As common as a rambling bush, Or a bunch of blooming Dandelions, Or the sunset filtering Through rusty barbed wire Can take your breath away. At times like these I stop and stare; It’s as if I’m looking at things anew, Like I’ve never had vision before And I’ve just found my eyes.…

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Broken

Mirror tonight show me not My own reflection. My tired visage seeks A change From melancholia that blights My sunken cheeks And has settled itself In the hollow of my neck. Mirror tonight haunt me not With irises darkened from pain This shroud that hangs loose In folds around my bones Feels like foreign skin…

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