In a time when people tend to give too much attention to short term happiness, and sensational stories, truth can have a hard time shining at its brightest.
Withering Truth.
Second Impressions
A little backstory, and my thoughts on the second impressions. Aren't they just as important as the first!
The Photographer; the Poet!
The story of a photographer, who takes poetic images, going a little too far in the process to symbolize truth of human desire.
They Speak to Me.
Dark figures speak to me,In inky words with no cause.Flowing out in garbled spurts,From their bloody grisly jaws. Jaws? No, they're not simply that Bloody chasms, they are dark,Pouring toxins, strange poisons.The soul-killer curses, they bark! Their pricking words haunt me, In paradoxes of fiddly thoughts,They splatter me with filth,The grime of unclear doubts, Their …
Yet to Fall in Love with You.
Another night is at my door,It has come to take me away.On a journey, again, without you.But I'm not worried, not scared. Because I know,That these nightly abductions,They'll end in the blink of the eye.Because the journey I think of,The one I wish to take with you,Is going to last much longer.Because I know,That there's …
They’re for US!
This poem is in response to the September writing prompt #3, by Free Verse Revolution.
Those Fiery Eyes.
I see the sun drift slow and steadyTowards the marking line, whereTwo worlds meet as one every day.The far edge of the land, whereThe burning, glittering silk falls,Into an invisible waterfall, and theUnreachable canvas above, ends. All that and much more right here,Beside me in you, as your eyes grab,And capture this moment within them. …
Moving Forward.
“Transformation is something I cannot explain – too much analysis might destroy it.”Sophia Loren What remains,When you decide to not care?What remains,When you forget the bygones,And only wish to rediscover you,To make something new? What remains, When you've decided in your head, To just take this leap of faith?What remains,When an innate voice tells youThat …
Divergent Inspiration!
An Inspiration from a rather divergent thinker, who believes in a disembodied force, but prays to it like any other GOD!
Back to you.
Thoughts, my eternal alien musings,Travel thirsty, over stellar distances,And find a loop, circling back to you. I’m unaware of what connects us,Maybe strings of that insidious violin,Or those undead, buried feelings. Confounded I wander, a nomadThrough the desert of oblivion.Maybe I’ll live solemn for this era,Or find a new beginning in the blues. - Amittras …
