ALL IN RETRO-INTROSPECT
I recall the evening,Dark, just after the sunset,As you told me the truth,And needles rained from the sky. Pricking,Piercing,They tore my skin,Those needles ruined me,Like the venomous wordsFlowing forth of the volcanoOf your lava-coated lips. As if burning the rose gardenWith words wasn’t enough.The needles shred even the ashes,Mixing them into the cracking mud. But …
Swirling aimlessly,Drowning in the oceanOf the fiery golden liquidTrapped in a treacherous vessel,Bottomless, flavourful quicksand A drink, that’s all I asked for.And it turned out to be theDeepest, darkest trench. Enticing,Exciting,And trapping forever within itself,Like the void filled to the brim,And yet,Making space for a thirsty wanderer,Welcoming into his gruesome demise.
Is this really me?This blurred cacophony of lines,And curves I see,When I look at the mirror! Smudges and broken edges,Of half-formed features, As the colors drain out of theUndefined bounds and intoThe void of Uncharted shadows. Is this really me?This tangled mess of stringsThat were once thoughts,That marked the way ahead! Going over and under,Abandoning …
I’m on an escape, a voyage;Through time, one day at a time.I don’t know the charts,The stars are delusional. And at the far end, at the horizon,Where two lives meet as one,Where wind and the waves clash,The unreachable, blissful death,Of the never ending ocean,The ultimate escape, A voyage for life, through time,One day, at a …
My First Liebster Award Nomination! Thank You!
Before you read! - what is an answer without a question, right? Have a look at my previous poem for the questions that this one answers. FIND IT HERE. ENJOY! The old man looked at me funny, smiled a little.He looked fondly at the town, the funny houses.And rolled his knowing gaze at the hills …
The Questions I had when I first saw a somewhat weird town in my dream, A POEM BASED ON A SONG, hope you all enjoy!
Image Obtained from Google, edited in Photoshop I am a frozen perished beauty,An incinerating blaze of vexation.I am the petals, and I am the dew,Twinkling quiet, on a blooming carnation.
Image Obtained from Google, edited in Photoshop A rare oasis of soothing memories,Or a quiet brook from a thirsty eye.A beautiful prophecy, spanning lives,Or I'm a melodious, beautiful lie.
Image obtained from Google, edited on Photoshop The brightest star at dusk I am,Yet, all I am is a quivering flame.Resent the distances all you may,Yet I am the reward, you wish to claim.
