“She is in a coma,” informs the doctor, “but try and say positive things when you are around her.” Is it a case of suspended consciousness? I suddenly become aware of my own consciousness that makes me feel alive. I exist and know that I do. But physicists have not been able to see and … Continue reading Comatose
you don't care to think how I feeleverything from there goes downhill what you want - matter of rightmy needs buried out of sight patriarchs - with iron handsdrive freedom around the bend you don't care to think how I feeleverything from there goes downhill Written for dVerse- MTB
authenticityis doomedwhen no one’s interestedto knowthe real you confined by imagetypecast by mediahe struggles to expresshis truest self But…they believewhat fits intheir storiesstitched, decoratedcarefully presentedto tellwhat’s their typewhat’s not Written for dVerse Quadrille hosted by whimsygizmo
waterlogged streets, cloudy skiesheavy downpour, clothes won’t dry yet, drop in temperaturea tremendous reliefheat is such an alienator my birthday’s just passed bybut Leo month keeps me high will this year be worse or betteror between the yearsjust another connector? A time to reflect, a time to dreammaybe it’s a chuckle or a scream I … Continue reading August
I pray for uninterrupted vision, beyond the trees, mountains and tall buildings-a whole, unbroken view before the stars take over, and the scarred Moon mocks the Almighty Sun. The birds I feed every morning fly beyond reach as the day progresses. I hope they return with a message. When they tweet outside my window, I … Continue reading XXL helplessness
I tell myself - labyrinthine turns can’t psyche meChin up, I walk straight looking at the sky aboveMy feet struggle to figure out what to do nextStraight won’t take me where I want to go Go in directions where my soul is freethere is no friction, I can plant a treewith seeds of intellect, let … Continue reading Loops
ADVENTUREBreak the alphabetto write a new spellingthis one is skewedwith U creeping in betweenIt’s UR ventureI see callow cadetsbrandishing bayonetsshowing crowdsthe only path to success Goodbye, yellow brick roadI retreatto write my own storywhere words are notdefined by bibliophilesredefining saps meI’d rather reinventyour norms defiednot deified It doesn’t matterif roads are blue or red-it’s energy … Continue reading Goodbye, yellow brick road
tik-tok sound of stilettosand everything it carriescaptures hearts you gather appreciationwith a stolen glancetilt of the neck,then walk awaywrapped in vanity hoping to leavetrails of bleeding hearts they are busy admiringthe next model on the ramp https://dversepoets.com/2022/07/25/quadrille-155/
that twitch of an eyea broken smile….Why does it giveA feel that I know it? Who smiled like this decades ago?Who reacted like this toimagined provocations?Who just stopped short of waraverted altercations?It’s another eraIt’s another generation... Certain things I likeSome certainly I don’t..Yet can’t deny….the power of genetics.. Do perpetrators knowwhat’s being unleashedAre they in … Continue reading Genetics
I don’t know if time and circumstances hardened her, or she had an inborn animosity towards me. Her sarcasm never failed to sting. Toxicity could have been her second name. I was driven to past life regressions to check if there’s a story from the past, which made her hate me so much. If there … Continue reading Mother Wound
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