Poetry is magic.
I love how in poetry
I can share those secret parts of me
With words that reveal the heart of me
But yet disguised
Like a magic trick.
You saw them
But yet you didn’t see
A sleight of hand.
A unique kind of mystery.
I can also say many big things
And hide them among lesser ones
Giving attention to whichever pleases
And all the while
I don’t matter anymore.
And I like it there,
He pulled the chains in frustration. Ah! How in the cosmos had he even been captured? He heard a soft chuckle coming from the shadows. Of course, he lost his wings~ his mind was next.
A disguised, masked figure apppeared in a dark crimson garment. The being clapped his hands and laughed.
The prisoner bent his head and sighed. This place was driving him crazy.
Then he heard the cloaked figure’s footsteps moving toward him in a gentle tap.
When he looked up, the figure was staring, as if looking for something, in his eyes.
Crimson cloaked figure: (cackles) Muahahah! Oh, my dear...Zahari.
The angel gaped. How did this shadow or cloaked being know his name?
Cloaked figure: Eh, don’t worry. You have nothing to fear. Help will be on the way.
Zahari: (tries to pull his chains)
The figure looks at Zahari with a heavy heart. It stares at the angel’s bruises all over his body. And the great scars left on his back where his wings wemore supposed to be. What a state for Zahari to be in.
Zahari closed his eyes and whispered something to himself.
The cloaked figure being ever curious, moved much closer to Zahari. Eager to listen to what the angel had to say.
Zahari: Voice rise. Come forth gentle wind. Carry it with the breeze. Off to the one who’ll set me free. Send this plea to her. Thee star to which I know is always burning bright. O, hear my cry. I have hope, and believe that I will return soon.
cloaked figure: (smiles) it’s like i said, Zahari. You should not lose faith. Help is on the way.
Zahari opened his eyes. He looked around. The cloaked figure faded back into the shadows, leaving Zahari to still wonder if he had totally gone mad at this point. And if she had heard his call, the cloaked being was right. He should not lose any hope. Help was on the way.
He moved his head upwards searching for the only space of light coming through a crevice. Zahari smiled. Yes, he still had hope.
I filter blueberries through my fingers
visions of bruising, crushing
staining of psyche
robbing of youth and passion
Stroking satin skin of bananas
velvety walls encasing lust
green silk leaves sway in breeze
swatting the insidious flies
that take a quick bite
Rolling sun baked apples in my palms
warning that a serpent lurks
poisoned thoughts permeating
beneath that energetic growth
masked disguise of martyrs
blanketed quilt pillowing peaches
round voluptuous hips
warm and earthy
sensuous to the touch
begging to be disrobed
fertile strawberries offering their wares
fruit of the gods
juice of mangoes running down my lips
oozing on tongue
tangy as taste of a kiss
perfumed on its hot spots
appealing to liquid senses
curling my fingers around melons
plump maidens ready to be opened
succulence without words
betrothed in juicy pledges
spent rinds left at dawn
peeling the clothing of the grape
angry and dark, yet
sweet at the center
warmth and passion
in sun-baked wine
Moody blues and sensuality of fruit
nectar of pleasure
a cloak and dagger sniffer
surely singing slyly
if time will tell, only short stories
due in diligence of what is well
late to party, dead is hell
disguise a robbing hero
white and shining armor
a quote of deepest thoughts
sincerest colloquial terms
poetic verse of hermits
in plain sight
shams of golden plight
#poetry #imagry #sight
My heart is shattering
But you can't tell
It's disguised behind my smile
So cheery and bright
An instant reaction
It sometimes fools myself
Yet deep inside
Something is missing
I'd love to tell you
I really do try
I throw in hints, actions
Anything that might make you catch on
Yet I hesitate
How can I tell you
When I don't even know what's wrong
Maybe you think this is part of my quirks
I think so too
I look around at others
And I often think
I want to be like them
I am jealous
I am anxious
I am greedy
I am prideful
I dance with the devil
The seven deadly sins cheer me on
Around and around we go
Constantly repeating the same circles
My heart is chained to my brain
Captive to the dark crevices within
Shrouded every waking moment with fear
Stripped of natural feelings
Longing to find the key
Longing to be free
So how can I tell you
When the solution lies within me?
Naked truths and hidden lies.
Under the seemingly beautiful, rich blue sky, devoid of any clouds, the sea danced. It swirled and twirled like how a cluster of birds flew in the sky; while the waves rode in the rhythmic percussion of the sea towards the shore, and into the moist, dirty brown sand before rushing back into the sea. Back and agian.
The sounds of squeals and laughter filled the air, flickering life into the scene as the children ran, leaving a trail of mothers screaming at the top of their lungs while they ran around like headless chickens.
It was summer.
The sun, a fiery orb of an orange-yellow inferno that owned the sky, scorching heat struck down. Sun-kissed skin shimmered under its intensity as people lay on the sand. Eyes closed, thrilled in the shower of the heat and blazing touch against their backs. Back in shade, however, sweat dripped as shirts and clothes clung to bodies; while throats ran dry, quenching for a drop of water.
Here, I breathed.
Scents rushed into my nose all at once: raspberry, strawberries, sweat, salt, watermelon. They cramped into my brain. It was overwhelming. I hated it. Despised it.
But, what did you expect?
I watched from my place as I sat in the shade of my umbrella. Love was everywhere. Family and couples, people moving in groups or in a pair. Never alone. Hands intertwined and smiling lips that stretched wide.
It was suffocating.
I hated summer. It was an illusion. Why couldn't they see it? The blazing red that screamed danger. Eyes of intense blue that were hidden in the fold of the waves... The veil of fake warmth that covered one's eyes from the visible truth.
Lies, I tell you! Wrong, I tell you!
Hidden Truths. With the eye, one will see what they want. A reflection of their happiness. An illusion projected into the world.
That what summer is.
--------- A disguise in nature ---------
What would happen though?
When the warmth is stripped away.
When the sun is snatched away.
What would remain?
What would be the same?
As the nights come around
Staying for longer and
The cold rattles your
How many would leave?
How many would stay?
In a place of cold,
And in a hopeless
Would the laughter
Would the smiles
And love stop?
Or would the
I switch from mask to mask
A tailored face to match every occasion
Whether it be joyful or sorrowful,
Festive or morose
I have an expression for it
Act happy, smile, just go along with it
Don't show them what you're really feeling
No one wishes to see the real emotions
No one desires to stand against the truth
No one wants to see how my disguises are cracking by the day,
Bits of chalky plaster crumbling away
Reality shining through
As threads of sanity come undone
Every emotion, just a practiced mask I adorn
In the twisted masquerade called life
Embracing the Mask
Stumbling through a forest of darkness and depression--
Disguising all my thoughts, as I seek out new obsessions...
Smiling, I tread forward, always leaving false impressions--
And smirking at the world, only focused on its oppressions...
Stumbling through the numbness, as the feelings consume my soul--
Drinking away the madness, and searching for a close to this black hole...
But the event horizon consumes me, and I’m trapped within this woe--
So I smile and let it smother me, embracing its silent cold...