#poem #poetry "Art: the proper task." "God is dead", Nietzsche proclaimed. Mankind in chaos. Feeble acts redeeming To find life's meaning In metaphorical verse. Faith in none but art I keep close to the heart A godless salvation or a curse? But these lines do read Your spirit do feed Art's mending care and nurse. … Continue reading “Art: the proper task.”
#poem #poetry "Bliss Junkie" I am hungry I am empty Of places I haven't seen yet and towns and cities yet not travelled. Of faces and people Not met, not known, not heard from. I am hungry I am empty Of stories not written, Poems not born. Of love not recieved; not given. I feel … Continue reading “Bliss Junkie”
#poem #poetry You're worth every bit of it .
#poem #poetry "To No End" I touched her in places and it filled her with overwhelming breath She often cried out in pleasure close to pain Deeper I went, the more I explored; love was warm like summer nights, sweaty and sticky. Velvety touch of the sweaty surface Every drop of me all over her. … Continue reading “To No End”
#poem #poetry Do it both; feel alive.
#poem #poetry Who else feels the same way?
#poem #poetry #writer #oneliner This to remind myself that despite all the upsetting moments in our relationship I cannot bear to let her go to sleep without feeling loved, not tonight, or ever. -
#poem #poetry "Just you and me" I want you to sit next to me and tell me what's in your mind? 'Do you like siting with me?' Watch these people passing us, going somewhere, reaching somewhere_ where? , we have no idea. Let it rain Let it shine Just sit here by my side and … Continue reading “Just you and me”
#poetry #poem (image source : tumblr) "Razed Identity" To my belief, God did created me after 'him'_ the flesh of his flesh, the bone of his bone, the blood of his blood So close to being one, so far yet from it. To my tradition, my father tells me that one day I have to … Continue reading ” Razed Identity “
#poem #poetry "Who are you?" Who are you? To show me my scars, to point how deep my wounds are ? To make me feel ugly, to make me despise myself, loathe my dishevelled appearance and dislike the marks on my skin. Who are you ? to ridicule the size of my breasts, my unlikable … Continue reading “Who are you?”