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Tag: Poetry
Standing by Believing
I stood by you through thick and thin gave you my soul amidst all this external din shielded you from the daggers and slices attracted by views that we're engaged in pure vices from both our families of hawk’s' and mice’s
what of my brother?
What of my Brother? Whose life has moved along many different lines... Whose experiences could use up all of England's inkwells, Whose linguistics could have surpassed even the Bard's lines, What of him the large precariat Lion, strong but inwardly howling.. What now? What of his life? What then? Where should he hide? Why? Whose [...]
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 [...]
What did Eve-Hawaa feel..
They look for signs where there are not, Fate in the fateless, I would rather spend a day in supposed sin, Then allow an eternity in which we all Explained our misdeed. What can you not see? This is me not creating a "wrong" destiny. There is some pattern here emerging, This is life washed [...]
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, [...]
#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, [...]
#NaBloPoMo #10: Keep Going – What is this? Poetry.
Before I begin, I should clarify the "missed day thing" - not just because I want to be a "good girl" and not loose any points .. but seriously back away from the points. Anyway for as long as I remember I've worked on a biological farmers clock. Maybe it has something to do with [...]
Mariam Kauser 