Lost in Time

Grains of sand drifting

through azure waves steals your scream.

Sunset; end of day.

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Ripples

a grey stone skips cross

the lake causes ripples of

what was, what can be

Morning

dawn draped in shadows

whistling wind snips the candles

Death breaks and knocks thrice

Force Of Nature

your salty tears freeze

bitter wind cuts your choked scream

trees drown in your pain

Time

ticking human clocks

faded footprints cover earth

look-a sky of graves

Piece of Mind

To the moon

To the stars

A solace found

A peace of mind

Safe from yourself

No one can hurt you

 

          Not even yourself

 

History

Miles of golden sand

Pharaohs ruling into the

night to hazy days

Be Happy

“I wish as well as everybody else to be perfectly happy; but, like everybody else it must be in my own way.”

                                                                             -Jane Austen(Sense and Sensibility)

No Name

It’s little. It’s a little pocket resting under my heart.

It vibrates with each thump of my heart. It’s warm and

filled with something I have no words for. I cherish it.

I protect it. I hate it.

 

It’s little. It’s a little pocket pushing under my heart.

It expands with each thump of my heart. It’s cold and

filled with tears shed at night. I cherish it. I protect it.

I hate it.

Mondays