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Sep 2022 Àŧùl

cs wondering

This is not a poem;
This is an artist screaming to be heard in the abyss of life's harshest realities.

This is not romantic;
This is an artist learning to to be in love with her very self.

All this years, I have been trying so hard to create a person I could love.

Little did I realize, what I was looking for has always and-
will always be within me.

I think I've learnt to love myself.
I think I'm finally free.

This is a poem;
This is an artist screaming to be heard in the abyss of life's harshest realities.

This is romantic;
This is an artist learning to to be in love with her very self.

All this years, I have been trying so hard to create a person I could love.

Little did I realize, what I was looking for has always and-
will always be within me.

I think I've learnt to love myself.
I think I'm finally free.
I think-

— c.s wondering

Hello friends!

It's been so many years since I last came on here to create poems. I guess something sparked inside of me tonight, and just like that- I'm back.

And I hope everyone has been well x

Sep 2022 Àŧùl

hidden crimes

Sep 2022 Àŧùl

eleanor prince

hidden crimes

When I was born - mother collapsed
then she got well - never came back

Daddy was gone - most of the time
when he returned - we were attacked

Sister was told: "Feed her or else!
Mix it up right. Keep your trap shut!"

Daddy got poor - sold me for food
babies were best - earned the best cut

As I grew more - daddy was rich
hooked on the sale - power it brought

I wanted out - pleaded my cause,
he forced me down - never was caught

#infant #child #sold #sexslave #father #money #power

Sep 2022 Àŧùl

the road home

Sep 2022 Àŧùl

eleanor prince

the road home

Have you stood
enveloped by
circles of
heavy fog

wondering if
a special skill
could clear this
suffocating smog

and no attempt
to decipher
the map
shines...?

You find
a crossroad
replete with
multiple signs

if you dare step
towards the light
a dead-end presents
obscuring the road

treetops sway
join the ruse
each route
adds a load

Then fresh winds
sing dawn's song
like a lover's kiss
unlocking tracks

the cloak of the
hazy horizon
lifts and you
can relax

you see
you're there
and you're like
an anti-******

Aug 2022 Àŧùl

Rock Me To Sleep

Aug 2022 Àŧùl

TigerEyes

Rock Me To Sleep

Rock me to sleep, and I will curl up in your strong arms
with your words you cradle me from harm
softly, softly you rock me with your arms
gently rocking me to to sleep from anyone who wants to harm
my soul to hurt — or, my soul to keep —
a soul like mine that’s pure, and good
darling, darling I feel understood
for the first time a man that will watch over me
who see’s my spirit
who see’s me.

This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright
Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Krisselle S. Cosgrove January 14th, 2016

Aug 2022 Àŧùl

Where Clouds Meet The Sun

Aug 2022 Àŧùl

TigerEyes

Where Clouds Meet The Sun

Where clouds meet the sun
where she drifts, she drifts
no one knows
where she goes she won't say
she might say it's just for one day
it might last for one month
she can't say
but she drifts, and drifts
catching memories in silence
of your kiss
when she was held, and cherished once
when she danced under the moon
and sun...
where the clouds meet the sun
when she danced
when she was young.

This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws January 17th, 2016
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright

Aug 2022 Àŧùl

White Noise

Aug 2022 Àŧùl

TigerEyes

White Noise

White noise like white light
it's the sound I hear
when I dream at night
You greet me on angel wings
when we fly into sacred white
a sacred white that holds no sound
encompassed by holy ground
We decide which way to fly
as Stars, and Planets float on by

Aug 2022 Àŧùl

Diary of A Madman A Century Ago

Aug 2022 Àŧùl

TigerEyes

Diary of A Madman A Century Ago

Slip inside my mind
But be careful of what you find
Of all the madness inside of me
I'll kiss a camera into your eyes
You won't know the truth from lies
I'll whisper voices inside your head
From the graves of ghosts long since dead
Then I'll turn the dial again
Attach a virus, and hit send
Now I'm crawling inside your skin
Infecting you with all my sins
From years, and years of centuries past
You will know my name at last
Your soul is mine to keep
and, you'll worship me while you sleep
I've kissed a camera into your eyes
I'm the snake that whispers lies
I'll make you bleed until you die
Ah, watch the sky as you spin
Jam the needle once again
Colors pointing to a door
Echo voices you've heard before
Lower, lower they let you down...
Until you smell the roses above the ground.

Aug 2022 Àŧùl

Silent

Aug 2022 Àŧùl

Sam Tate

Silent

Sometimes, the words don’t come.

The consistent stream of consciousness, ceases.

I am left with nothing to say.

There is a beauty in the broken mind.

Like an abandoned building taken by nature.

It is not that my mind does not work.

It is that it works too fast,

And I am left behind,

Scrabbling in the dust,

Desperately seeking a connection,

In the discarded fragments of thought.

I am fighting a losing battle.

I fear the white flag will soon arise.

And signal the end.

#poem #poems #poetry #write #writer #poet #poets #silent #quiet #end

Aug 2022 Àŧùl

The closed book.

Aug 2022 Àŧùl

Christopher Victor Russon

The closed book.

The closed Book
Abandons words
Speaks with lonely eyes
Stores up thoughts
Inside the mind.
A private world inside.
Thinking deep
Mind mesmerized
Ticking time Bomb
Tick tock Tick tock

Could go off at anytime
The private world explodes.
The closed Book
Has been overlooked
By passers bye.
The story never told
And was never heard.

Some people are like a closed Book they keep things to themselves .
Not always in there interest.

Aug 2022 Àŧùl

Remembering the days of our youth.

Aug 2022 Àŧùl

Christopher Victor Russon

Remembering the days of our youth.

First it's the knees that let us down,
then it's our back and arms.
Next we lose our balance
and we struggle to move along.

We worry about all kinds of things,
paranoia is no ones friend.
Problems increase and multiply,
they just never seem to end.

Now our teeth start to crumble,
no longer the grinding mill.
We visit the dentist often,
as we have certain teeth to fill.

Our taste buds start to fail us
and we struggle with our sight.
We would love to go out in the evening
but we get scared when it's dark at night.

Do you remember when we were younger,
when we were in our youth?
We really were so happy,
our photos are living proof.

But now we are much older,
our youth is left in the past.
Those days we still remember,
oh if only those days would last.

Inspired by the book of Ecclesiastes chapter 12 .