Who do I blame?
I blame the systems,
Sign me up without
Permission
School me, scare me
Into line, rail road me,
Happy child
Feed me full of
Others guilt,
Tow the line,
Take your pill
When it matters
You discard,
Billion more
Where you come from!
#moonmystic#poetry#poem
#vss365
When the nights are cold
And you want somebody to hold
But you forgot you sold
Your soul to the devil so wisely evil & old
You become that #fiend you were told
Who fell into a bright lights fold
Of a soul sucking mould
#Poetry#DailyWisdomWords
Duality of chaos and serenity...The calm after the tempest night, where the ash of midnight moonfire, dawns a new lemony day. She is sunrise breaths from honeyed skies where sunlight spills through tree branches to her dewdrop-lips that lightning fire
My scheming #fiends
set out to frighten
the last dream from me,
angst upon angst,
panic after panic,
until the mind ran out of fear
and the heart,
stunned into quiet,
turned toward hope.
The tremor passed.
Peace, I claimed it.
#vss365
🌻হয়তো আমি ভয়ানক প্রকৃতি প্রেমিক,
যেখানে কংক্রিটের জঙ্গল
সেখানে তাই সবুজের বিস্ফোরণ দেখতে চাই।
হয়তো আমি পুরোনো শতাব্দীর প্রেমিক,
তাই যেখানে সম্পর্কের কেনাবেচা চলে
সেখানে প্রেমকে এখনও হৃদয়ের সম্পদ ভাবি।
হয়তো আমি তীব্র অবাস্তববাদী,
তাই, সীমানাহীন পৃথিবীর স্বপ্ন দেখি।
Starfall
Has
Spoken our doom
My heart hurts
You are only
A little further now
Than
The night was
From me
Yesterday
Yet
I cannot touch
You
And
My fingers
Crave your warmth
Where
My ears
Need
Your words
To play their
Music
Upon
My soul
#vss365
Blossoms fall
Like coloured paper sweet drops
Almost melting away
From the tree
That belonged to you and me
Once upon a time
Making wishes
Underneath its branches
Hidden from reality
If I catch a blossom
Will it all float back like a #gift
From the heavens
I kid myself wistfully dreaming
Sweet drop blossoms
And sheltering branches
#vss365#prompt#Fiend
A fiend is rarely born with fangs. It begins as a hunger you keep excusing.
Feed it fear long enough, and it borrows your voice—until obedience starts sounding like desire.
#WritingCommunity#FoxProse
#vss365
My lipstick on your face
your unbuttoned words
on my breath
Tangled in whims,
blown in
on beguiling winds
The #gift of open eyes
at the start of a kiss
And when did my pulse
first stammer your name?
When did my silence
first answer to your fingertips
as they weave small truths in my hair?
The gift of closed eyes
at the end of a kiss
ALT Long dark hair flowing on the wind with soft sunset background