Pain numbs pain; razor-blades and minora blades bandage bleak memories etched across blood-blotched skin – where sagacity has gone astray. [restrict]Quavering and quivering and voice arrested in the dampening silence. The morning sun blots up a bed of tears –...
How can Love be dead? And how do we go on Keeping alive This half life In which we thrive On borrowed time Still haunted by these pale specters In this dry white season Defying nature’s reason For why seasons...
My lady’s figure is all covered Just her hands and her eyes may be seen So others may think she is less beloved For in no man’s sight she has been [restrict …]Her face she hides behind a veil So...
A poem is alive like any being, as it lives its thoughts and feelings. [restrict …]It is fed by emotions, given beauty by the imagery it creates, and stays in the abode of words. It speaks an untold story, whispers...
I get lonely sometimes, and I seek you Then we fight a little, when not making love Most of the time I feel horrible after Because I know I have not given you, any truth [restrict…]Truth is what I desire,...