//For laughter's sake, happiness we retire
barefoot we run through thorns
only to fall into a wildfire//
barefoot we run through thorns
only to fall into a wildfire//
It's in the men we choose
in the worlds we draw
in our heads, the sound of a million wanton shrugs
in the shredded tapestry glued to the walls
of our dilapidated homes.
in the worlds we draw
in our heads, the sound of a million wanton shrugs
in the shredded tapestry glued to the walls
of our dilapidated homes.
From the far side, a child's cry
colors the sky red
the fire in the eyes of their dead
shimmers in a wok
harebrained words with which we talk
come crashing down in an acid rain
landing in a dumpster pit of emotions and feelings
we swept aside, out of living sight.
colors the sky red
the fire in the eyes of their dead
shimmers in a wok
harebrained words with which we talk
come crashing down in an acid rain
landing in a dumpster pit of emotions and feelings
we swept aside, out of living sight.
Words and letters come flying to me
and I drown in puddles of them
they hold me as if I'm a forlorn child
strong arms wrapped in breakfast cereal
mild honey yogurt, to rub on my face as I squirm
in delight, in rapture, in anticipation
of the next adventure.
and I drown in puddles of them
they hold me as if I'm a forlorn child
strong arms wrapped in breakfast cereal
mild honey yogurt, to rub on my face as I squirm
in delight, in rapture, in anticipation
of the next adventure.
Is Summer too far gone?
Is Autumn around the corner yet?
Did I hear the spitter-splatter of rains
pounding down on the bare tin roof
of the bare house?
Is Autumn around the corner yet?
Did I hear the spitter-splatter of rains
pounding down on the bare tin roof
of the bare house?
Mine isn't the heaviest cross to bear
but it breaks my bones as it is
I stitch up what's remaining of my skin
in a warm white to appease glass eyes
Holding down an eternity
a moment to never come
I cry until I see blood dripping down
and mop it up with a smile.
but it breaks my bones as it is
I stitch up what's remaining of my skin
in a warm white to appease glass eyes
Holding down an eternity
a moment to never come
I cry until I see blood dripping down
and mop it up with a smile.
//Aber die Show muss weitergehen//
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Author:
Antara (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 5th, 2022 04:36
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Comments1
what an emotional rollercoaster of a read
great imagery as always
and I get this sense of journeying
through your very own creative process
as you deduce, from your own thoughts
and feelings, to choose the words
that will best portray, your state of mind
in this one crystallised poem
of a moment, in your life...
what a showcasing of your poetic skill, dear Poet
thank you! for choosing to share
Thank you for the kind words!
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