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Category: Poetry
Oh sickening spirit.. Leave me.. I beseech thee.
I see a spirit so independent and true,Fighting within fortunes so similar A life path through the challenging bush, But dissimilar too, the essence of our awkward roots, a legacy that we inhabit, yet to given To be seen to take fruit. This wandering mind, anguishing in hells your imagination could barely reside in, Your [...]
An ode to a lost love
I cannot seem to escape thee Your majesty compels me My root fixated in being with you, Fibre-optic news of your being blowing upon every breeze, I remain forever frozen unsure of what to do, Head down, fangs snarled, head pumping, running for eternal coverings, picky as I sit confused in quagmires, unwilling to accept [...]
Love stories
Oh! To get lost in others' stories again, of love and loss constantly reimagined, reasons to feel, empathy to seep, Through to my very bones, As I pictures me in that love, that Home, tears flutter under these external shutters, layered over a simmering flame, that only finds written reasons to feel again, weeping inconsolably, [...]
Let’s keep playing..
Longing and regrets, intermingled with love and trust, that Hope, that Touch, just you, just me, playing at Us, Why do games end? On whose score do we depend? Fickleness is staying to speed, Allowing the screen to freeze, Afraid of testing our frailties, Surely bravery is in accomplishing all feats. Learning to trust instinct, [...]
Poem from 13th of Dec
Publishing an unknown, unremembered draft to re-vitalise my dearthful creativity. Or rather sharing of said creativity; Dragged back to this hellhole, no hope for life, no light, fizzling, sizzling smiles that belie hardened minds, no hearts that present all that is fine, all withered, all cried, all die.
No end..
The kind of night that knows no end, The bitter northern winds howl, like the devilish hounds that have pushed us to the brink. unsure of what exists and what is to begin, where we'll be be led and what will be got rid, What will leave and what will be eradicated in this din. [...]
#NaBloPoMo #29: Poetic Greed, my chained thoughts are not free..
Interesting meeting with a man today. Reminded continually of the frailty in essence of the existence of 'the' human condition. How existence is a personal experience, felt, reflected and renegotiated individually in the midst, in the bosom of society and culture. All guarded I was, Sat serene, unsure as you buzzed, My mentality a little [...]
#NaBloPoMo #27: …. Blank space.
Because so many thoughts, fleeted out feet first, taking over hours, clamouring over yet more barriers. Idiosyncracies met horror, met hurt, met anxiety.. And now I feel, still breathe, all whilst I suffocate in this sea. trained, trapped and tricked into their histories - this is the life I perceive.
#NaBloPoMo #25: My impatience caught up to it’s conscience, again.
For now here's some poetry what I wrote on 23/11/15 when I should have been asleep, in wee hours of morning, as I lay visiting an old site of comparison and worth, put on a pedestal to keep allowing myself to hurt; Instant electric attraction we had, From the moment that our eyes clapped, Minds met, [...]
Mariam Kauser 