Poetry as prayer, as meditation. As a quiet anthem under your breath. A rising symphony calling to worship all your dreams. Poetry as the tears you cannot hide. As the writings on the walls, enigmatic and strained, The echos that never drown. Poetry...
I am neither a Samaritan or a Jew. I can neither claim the glory of the rejected, nor he pride of the chosen. I am watching the grace of a man, the maps of glory. And a woman clothed in shame, the bath of iniquity. The prophecies that play on our...
Hold my hand and lead me through this path Compel me with your eyes as I wonder about these emotions Like Wild horses on the run, I put a rein to them Amidst all these, my hands are so unsteady In quiet and still night, you whisper my name Through...
She falls to ground,but she does it slowly and calmly. She stares at the open space as if concentrating on a beautiful but complex painting. Her slender hands reach her hair as she ruffles it, the result is a scattered hair. Tears begin to well up...
You clutch the clothes to your skin Cold Nostalgia chills you to the bones You walked away again This time the mallet had hit the wood Uncontrollable tears walk freely down your skin Regret and pain are folded around your bossom As you nod painfully...