Category Archives: Poetry English
The memory of pain
The memory of pain,
is a sharp blade,
cutting the skin
Not too much blood,
enough to expose the nerves
The naked nerves kiss the air;
and writhe in deadly agony
So dark is my soul!
So dark is my soul,
it is so damn dark
That angels borrow ink,
to write my own sins;
And light shies away,
to avoid corruption
God – the Grand Cupid
Taste the dried pathways of salt,
mapping lines on her cheeks;
the abandoned rivers of sorrows
A Woman and a Man
Come, let’s wear each other’s skin,
just so because we can
Walking the magnificent landscapes
of our weary souls;
a woman and a man
Hey You!
Hey you!
Standing on a pedestal,
all proud and tall
Thoughtful and thoughtless,
writing posts on your wall
Do you believe, you know it all?
Hope in the Darkest Hour
It is your time, my friend; it is your darkest hour
All seems lost; and all seems dour
All appears grey; and joys are all sour
