Monday, April 27, 2009

Disconnected- Alya's Rant

Disconnected from myself
Attached to me draped like a cloak
Sharp, piercing daggers of anger consume me
A mirror's reflection reveals something that I do not recognize
My soul, heart and mind warring
Waging combat right here in the space
That peace used to know
Bitterness that won't let go
Or is it that I choose to hold? I don't know
Confused are the eyes that stare strangely at me
A familiar stranger? I am to myself
How can that be?
My cries for help come pouring forth with
Silent, muted screams
I pray to be heard, but no one is listening so it seems
My direction is all but lost
My lungs sting with rage
I can't hold it in because it burns
Disconnected
Where do I turn?...

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Anuj...

I wrote this piece for a fellow writer and special person. I wrote it just looking at a photograph of him in black and white...

Quiet still water...
One touch
Peace- disturbed
Ripples of black and white
Painting you wonderful- vividly
Your smile dances with the
Sadness that dwells within me
Without you
~
I drift off into dreaming
In the height of day
As night falls across your eyes
My wish...
The day has treated you kind
~
Your voice
Has never echoed
In my space
Yet, I behold your face
Black and white
Speaking what words would only betray
~
No sound
No laughter
Just you
Photographed

What My Eyes Have Seen

What My Eyes Have Seen
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Virgin Steel Lips

Virgin Steel Lips
My Poetic Fear- I Have Yet To Touch It...

Pen And Pad

Pen And Pad
I Reside With My Sin Here...