My thoughts on the Writing Another week and another six-sentence story, a dead poet… Hmm… I wonder if this one will be about the poets or the readers. Perhaps a little bit of both… but I guess we will find out soon. I have also recorded this one so you could listen to my voice…
Tag: poem
Ember – a six-sentence story
I just realized that this is my seventh (if I did not read wrong) six-sentence story. I originally wanted to write a poem but lost track. I couldn’t make it long or short enough to qualify. So I ended up with this, Ember has loved a man through poetry but the man doesn’t know Ember….
I and Him
A short poem about I and Him. When he wraps his arms around me, that young lad My anxieties dissolve into the steadiness of his breath And I and him, In this very moment We are the same entity Synchronized, warm Yes, this is home I am always willing to hear…
A Binding Prison
Emotions can be a binding prison A story of a twisted infatuation Nothing but a prisoner A bird in a white cage Such a little silly birdie Such hollow eyes And her chest Nothing but a gaping dig site for gold But what is this? A sudden chirp escapes from her peak As she…
Shades of Misery
This is an old one, I was supposed to use them in a song but I decided I wanted to change it. Disclaimer, in no way, am I suicidal or depressed at this very moment so don’t come at me. It is just poetry and my poetry has always been melancholic or longing. In the…
a Gaping Hole
It is a commonly known fact that brain function does not stop with the heart Even if shot in the head Fascinating stuff Especially, if you have had the out-of-body experience I have never been shot though In my head, a gaping hole And I can hear the whispers of the wind “Come with me”…
More
I am someone that has lived more than half of her life through daydreams and poetry 3 a.m. is my holy hour, give me more wine, more madness, more, more, more, more Until I bust at the seams and words fall out of me, wriggling like tiny maggots I am always…
Act of Mercy
Sometimes it is better to overcome the fear of hurting someone And set them free Not prolong the pain and hope At this state, A knife Straight into this heart of mine Would be an act of mercy I am always willing to hear criticism or thoughts on my poems, I might seem…
Good Girl
At this point, I don’t even know what to say. I guess all (hetero) women have their hidden devil, reserved For the right man His eyes have me in a chokehold, I love him, I love him, I love him, I do And for his hands in my hair, I pray down on…
Someday
Sometimes I wonder who the hell is this muse of mine Making me write in the early hours of the day like a madwoman in love I, myself, think that am quite sane… Other than a sprinkle of weird and a theatric usage of words I hope that someday, somewhere, someway We can meet…
