Spray paint

Umbrella’s chose not to shelter me,pain and misery a rain while the rest enjoy a sunny day to bask in the sunin vain. No tree shall smile, no car shall drive no star shall shine, no person shall love I can’t. Colors are bright for the hopeful spray paints fade, for the hopeless. Like me.

Match sticks

A spark I chose to ignore,the day it came, I knew it was to stayfor evermore. The reason I hold back the tears, that stain my cheeks like blood does a woman for years. A hope I deny to I see, a rainbow I can’t fathom to foresee,for those colors I shall never be. In

Broken Windows

Broken windowsinside thy soulto say the wordsthy ears spent waiting forI say not to those fancies. I can’t fathom thysmiling facelaughter of thy might lordbut thy heart says there ain’t oneSilver ices-shall prick thy windowEmpty streets, stormy nightsmad escapades, daggers thrownthy window shall crash. the pieces of thybroken windowI shan’t treasurethe sight of mere pleasure

Will you let me?

Let me cry, let me bleed,let my lie on the braided weed.Let me fall, let me die,you don’t have to say good-bye.Let me love, let me laugh,let me shine, let me burn,let me leave this world. Let me tell you, let me listen,let me talk, let me breathe. Let me smile, let me feel,Tell me

Silent Promises

You don’t need words to describe what you see,you don’t need someone to tell you what you need to be. You don’t need songs to make you dance,you don’t need to judge someone with just one glance. You don’t need to cry to receive some wheat,you don’t need someone to tell you honey is sweet.

.Little visions.

Visions small, confined by my four white walls, my vision is smallbut I hope to see it all. Homeless people by the streets,all they are asking is for some shelter and wheat. Dying people asking for hospital beds,and a “No!” tears their family to shreds. Many times, I used to walk by,feeling life was such

Home Again

I woke to the rustling of the leaves,As they hug the bark,Tighter each day.I woke to the cooing of the birds,As the perch elegantly,With no fear.I woke to the woodpecker,Busy with its pecking,A new home.I jump up from bed,The sounds this time different,Not the sweet birds or leaves,But big machines.And in one quick move,The homes

My colours

In the sky,we wish to see rainbows bring colour to our lives,But why wait till that rainbow comes,for the moment the sun too wishes to meet the rain,but here we stand making our own rainbows,in our own skies,skies with only bright shining stars,where even the darkness of the night,causes a glow on our face,you are

Knots and crosses

Like weaved patterns,loomed and destined,tied with no way of escapade.Like spider webs,thin yet strong,crafted into locks,with no keys, trapped.Heartstrings, that are played,with love and pain,bound by the depth of our tunes,rhyming with our emotions,that fade away and come back dancing,in torment and jubilation.Like a lonely soul,with knots and crosses,no spiders or colours,no keys or tunes,no

An Ending

An Ending. Her hands twitched and the corner of her lips twisted into a smile, my mind raced as the as I stared at the splattered blood ahead of me, I hadn’t meant it at all but that girls face never faded. It was a mistake an accident, a hot summer day, scorching heat, we