literature
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In the autumn of a life The sullen sky The damp lain on our shoulders Like blankets hidden sorrow Fear grows and disdain Aches in a child’s gut Far away from the house of trust In a mile of woods Where all the colors sunk In the hearth’s season’s gloom Wraps its talon into the…
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I sit watching Life’s flow from someone else’s Youth carved into the moment Was devoid To every mind’s clean slate Cracked from the shocked Shattered obsessive vibrations Replete with things harsh and unclean Against the face of a child Take hold of innocence and protect Against cutting realities reaching To destroy the collective trust By…
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At this moment paused Time slips back Of days darker laws With storms of rain Street-lit leafy waves Shutters through gut and soul The table of the present holds All things are young and old. When dreams come And below my veins Full of conflict Full of angst I cannot have a balance In my…
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I am much obliged The night before swims in your eyes And your perfume is leftover bilge So I prefer being extinct to you The morning suffers for you You walk all over it With tremored make-up Speaking from the rasp that you are You grate against all my sensitivity Still, I can’t help but…
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Secret or poem Perfect or otherwise To set me free From the bondage of my cage The everyday tears at me The same as success or failure In their import The ways I adjust The profits of my praying day. (2) I am so tired in so many ways I do not see the errors…
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Like angel wings Over our head Brush strokes sink Into the blue Fades as they move east We are madness running As if the full moon pours Through the dark of day Walking in full stance Dancing to the day’s cues Rhythm and moods Their shadows wane in the light While the moving clouds turn.…
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Void I am the shell of a bee on a sill I am the dragonfly under the snow I am the inebriated Unconscious I am the sadness That swallowed too many pills I am hurt That is cold in your heart I have lied But in truth, it is not who I am I am…
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For the time I cannot remember Freedom I have no childhood For which I can string together Enough events to make a smile I see the boy I was Being consumed from the inside The slow embers cold for light Burns in a darker place That you can misunderstand Sorrow for laughter Laughter for pretending…
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When I could have done this Now I am filled with fear Filled with remorse I wish I hadn’t forgotten Any of the things behind that darkness That had me by the throat I wish he had killed me When I told He should have killed me When I told I’m only a creature of…
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At yesterday’s door And a breakfast long past Returns to sicken the present A feeling of euphoria tears Into pieces from those moments Murder of the mind It’s all just contempt In a place that no longer exists And if I were lost There was no one to guide me back There were no angels…
nina gisele 7th 