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Poetry prequels pain
Poetry comes to me
In bits
and pieces
I write it
On a paper
All those
random lines
Which look like
Prequel plots
of
A hurt
not yet felt
I keep losing
this paper
Just like how I
Keep losing the
Thoughts of you
And of
you and me
Confusing
my heart
So I get to
postpone
the hurt--
Tuesday 14th February 2023 4:40 am
Kangarude
There was a young man from Peru
Who dressed up as a shy Kangaroo
He liked how the pouch
When he sat on the couch
Covered his didgeridoo!
Wednesday 15th June 2022 9:21 pm
Sacrifice
Sacrifice
Readable from her eyes,
Even when she cries.
Possible all lies.
So much love to give
The only reason to live.
How shall she prove
The sacrifice?
She has so much to lose
Every mountain she would move.
Her Sacrifice is the risk she takes.
All her rules and priorities she breaks
To give and give and give
So you can live and live and live.
Some call...
Sunday 23rd January 2022 10:45 pm
you!
I was calling your name,
but you kept on walking.
I just wanted to hold your hand,
but you pushed me away.
I was dying there,
but you dint even bother to look back.
And when i left,
all you wanted was me to come back.
k.d
Sunday 14th June 2020 12:47 am
Muse
His muse walked invisibly
Beside him
As she always did
Sometimes she hid
But even then
He knew
She was there
Could feel
Her presence
In the air
Heard her
Gentle sighs
In the
Otherwise
Silence
She would
Reveal something
Soon
Wednesday 13th November 2019 11:15 pm
Escaping Writer's Block
Caught in the ruins
Looking for a
Way out
The scribe sits
In silence
Waiting for a muse
To remove
Doubt
He prepares
In meditation
Now he's between
Two worlds
Almost time
For his
Initiation
His thoughts
Are in
A swirl
He knows
He can escape this
His setting out his
Course
Crafting out
His words
At such
An incredible
F...
Wednesday 21st August 2019 12:33 pm
harakiri.
Sometimes I over drink.
Oops I mean overthink.
Ah fuck it, it's the same damn thing.
I over pour my glass leaving no room for coke.
The voice repeating in my head of the last words you spoke.
You ask why I'm self destructive but the truth is I dont know.
I'm starting to think that the devil is a lie.
The only evil we see is what we bury inside.
I'm going to lose to myself, it's only a ...
Sunday 20th January 2019 12:47 am
Writers Block -- 07/2015
Needing inspiration
Having none
Words not coming
All dried up
And numb
Give me a taste
Just a nibble
Please a crumb!
Needing inspiration
But alas I have none
Thursday 29th October 2015 2:10 am
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