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Ander Stone Apr 3
She would paint on a solemn face
to walk undisturbing into your world
of silver towers and streets of marble white,
yet in mine she could wear a clean sight.

She would file down her fangs
to whisper sweetness within your halls
of opulence and feigned delight,
yet in mine she'd bare them in starlight.

She would shut close her lilac eyes
to fool herself into seeing just the veneer
and not the rot beneath your noble court,
yet in mine she'd see the beauty in the dirt.

She would smother herself in lace
to blend in with the specters that lurk
within you entourage of pomp and nightmare,
yet in mine she could run naked without care.

She would drown her voice in vile liquor
to hold her soul from flying away in spite
from all that you've done in her name,
yet with me she would drink in the sky-flame.

She would be loved.
Her voice would soar.
No paint on her face.
No more.
Lalit Kumar Mar 25
I walked through the quiet hush of dusk,
where echoes of dreams in shadows lay.
Soft whispers clung to the evening breeze,
calling me back to yesterday.

A lantern flickered deep in my chest,
its flame unsure, yet burning bright.
Through shattered paths and weary steps,
it carved its way into the night.

I gathered moments, thread by thread,
stitched them into skybound wings.
Though time may steal, and fate may fade,
some dreams still hum—some echoes sing.
Lalit Kumar Feb 28
Time drips slow like falling rain,
upon a heart weighed down with pain.
A thousand thoughts fill up my mind,
but no place left for peace to find.

By the sea, the wind still calls,
whispering stories through hollow halls.
Beneath the moon, beneath the sky,
I watch the stars and wonder why.

My soul is torn, yet still I smile,
walking cold and lost for miles.
The sun once warm, now barely light,
shadows stretch into the night.

I hold my breath, I close my eyes,
feel the fire where silence lies.
A single dream, a fleeting touch,
a whispered hope, but never much.

My hands still shake, my lips still burn,
for memories that won’t return.
The truth is heavy, life is loud,
the past is just a drifting cloud.

Yet in the dark, I still believe,
that something waits, beyond the grieve.
For even lost, we still remain—
a whisper carved into the rain.
IdleHvnds Feb 21
Oh, how I wish to find a safe space.
A warm space,
A dreamy space,
Somewhere I can feel warmth and be welcomed
Perhaps,
I am not deserving of finding such space.
Am I not looking hard enough?
Or is it that I am looking to hard,
Over analyzing,
Missing the subtle signs of what this space is.
Have I become blind to seeing it?
Have I missed it?
Is it no longer a space that is available for me?

Wherever it is, I don’t believe I’ll find it in this city.
Oh! the breezes tell me why..?
I always try keep me right..
Wondering what others will think..
Where as I was always left to me..

Oh! the sun give me the strength..
Just to be alone and be brave..
It is people that make me sick..
Just let me be what I can be..

Oh! the moon will you stop..
Of reminding me how weak I was..
Loving and caring was all I knew..
Till something harder came to me..

Oh! the lights will you guide me..
Though the darkness and through the vice..
A part of me still needs the dark will you help the other half??

Oh! the cradles that I used to swing..
Hoping that someone will give me the wings..
It is the fall that made me "me"..
Now I'm running even on my knees..

Oh! The heart do you know?
How much it aches when you never grow..
What we had felt someday gets proved wrong..
Warm should be blood can't you get cold?

Oh! The self can't you grow?
Leave the chaos down the road..
Self you should help and self you should heal..
There can't be a place where you can be free..

What is the purpose? What is this life?
Which we are trying so hard to fight...
Leave the road and find your streets..
Never again you should watch yourself bleed..

Will you stop and look at the time..
It is inevitable as it was..
It was ticking and is and will..
So how can you stop if it can't be?
hazem al jaber Jan 2023
Wanderer ...

lost ...
i am ...
my love ...
and uh ...
wish you know ...
my feelings scale ...
and it's madness ...
in my heart ...
all night ...
how it was ...
burn my heart ...
in the dead of night ...
while i been drew ...
those lips ...
your lips ...
in my fantasies mind ...
with all lines ...
just ...
to get a chance ...
to have a kiss ...
to dive with ...
to the world of dreams ...
until morning comes ...
and the meeting will be ...
to make dream ...
comes as true ....
with much of kisses. ..
Without drawing imagination ...
just a reality ...
kisses ...

hazem al ..
Jack Jun 2022
Journey to endless slumber
to find you in thousand dream,
reminiscing sweet memories,
for this graceful excitement,
from what we used to have,
a wish as existence of you never fade,
a dream permanently stay forever,

even clock stop ticking and my body decayed,
hope for our consciousness can coexist
in the end, I'm the one will be perish...
where my soul keeps wander,
waiting to be together,
at endless boundaries,
CIN Apr 2022
Let me walk along the roads like a wanderer
I’ll glance at the beggars
Side eye the kids walking home
Someone asks if i'm selling
I say not today
The nights are cold
Grass and dirt stain my old clothes
Traffic sounds
Anger and wrath
Where am I going?
Where will I go from here?
I don't know
for some reason lately all i want to do is hurt myself.
annh Feb 2022
Let me fall
Deeply into the heart
Of the wanderer,
Under the dappled skin
Into the belly of the thing
Heavy and warm;
The hermit and the outcast
Is met in me
By the stomp of a hoof,
The shifting
Of weight
As he steadies himself;
I look down at my feet
Aware of toes and heels
Colliding with the ground.

I met an Appaloosa the other week. Pale, dappled and distant among a herd of sleek blacks and solid chestnuts. His name is Cherokee.

‘Blame it or praise it, there is no denying the wild horse in us.’
- Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room
Can I settle
In your heart,
A most fertile valley,
Let me fill
My lungs with you,
A breath of fresh air,
For I have been a wanderer
Traveling far and long
In search of someone
That felt like home

©KNL
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