inside of me were-- roaring tempests erupting volcanoes chilling blizzards blistering desert and, decimating wars sorrow anger, grief... lament, hope, dream LOVE captivating memories lulling landscapes portraits of broken self mere objects of obsession but that's just who I am a mirage to be capt...Read more
Posts that match: object
See results for profiles
What's your favourite month of the year? Leave your answer in the comment section. That said, Have you ever read an ode poem? And what are odes anyway? An ode is a formal, often ceremonial lyric poem that praises, glorifies, or celebrates a person, place, object, or idea Take the poem below as a...Read more
A frame surrounds me as glass keeps me in. Your reflection shows with me in it. Matted boarders add a colorful blend. Borderlines to compliment the color lines. Unchanged beauty frozen in time, blued by the hues of creation. For I am but a portrait Of a momentary glance Caught in an everla...Read more
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not cruel, only truthful‚ The eye of a little god, four-cornered — Mirror by Sylvia Plath The above extract is an example of a poem written from the POV of...Read more
They say chivalry isn't dead. Be polite. Be respectful. Be a man. But what do you do when respect goes out the window? Do you not be a savage? Do you not be a caveman festering from Love but very often consumed by madness? Women say they want a softer side or Peace? But they genuinely want a rock. S...Read more
Protecting her heart, She gave it to herself. Refusing to be put on the shelf Of loveless living. Giving love when love was due Cherishing the morning dew Transforming objectives into completions. Creating from scratch in a way that inspired. Meeting; greeting as needed Seeds planted; t...Read more
Je tombe Dans les méandres du sommeil. Je tombe Amoureuse, jusqu'à mon réveil. Cette sensation Est gravée dans ma pensée Cette sensation, Jamais je ne pourrais l’oublier. Ce lâcher prise, Nécessaire a la chute Ce lâcher prise, Contre lequel je lutte. Pas de pensées cohérentes, Juste des sensati...Read more
Glue, traditionally used to put objects back together, but did you know it also works on humans? When I was young I almost cut my ear off, and as my parents rushed me to the ER, I wondered how they were going to put me back together. Glue: They glued me back together. They glued me back together ...Read more
Sometimes in some ways While the likes of you salivate Others bare the cold While some suffer endlessly A newborn thrown out and down Follow the trail of lies,as it subliminally objectifies Your curse is like an insatiable thirst And the hunger is what keeps me alive and resistant to your infecti...Read more
Every night. I'm possibly the object of fixation. Maybe just a sweet dream away from possession. Temptations just riding me slowly like a bull. Sultry echoes and whispers of me being adored. The emotions of hands so hunger. You take my soul. And I escape forevermore. Like the emotions aren't roaring...Read more
I want to scream. I feel the weight of the chains, invisible but real. A dull thud, a muffled cry. I'm tired of being the victim, the guilty one. Of being the woman, the weak one, the fragile one. I'm tired of being touched, without consent. Of being looked at, without respect. I'm tired of being ...Read more
The solitary comet, With its fiery tail, Cross the sky, a star on a journey of no return. Its heart of ice, once full of life, is now a desert, a place of solitude and pain. Its light is dim, a distant glow, A reminder of the past, a time of glory and splendor. The comet weeps, tears of ice and fir...Read more
I am the moon, alone and distant, A star that shines, but is never present. I observe the Earth, with icy eyes, And I see life, flowing like a river beside me. I am the light of the night, a beacon for sailors, A symbol of beauty, an enchanting mystery. But I am also alone, condemned to orbit, Arou...Read more