i am their caricature.
Some hearts are like wrecked broken houses,Beautiful and grande once,Nobody reveals what they looked like,Just the stories that roam around the roomAbout the grandeur and mouth dropping relics,Now, each of us wanders around itScared to find what lies inside. Some hearts are like frozen water,So cold that when touched, stings,But as words wither and time … Continue reading Some Hearts: Poetry
This poem is dedicated to my Nani. I love you, wherever you are. A bench hangs - in the middle of the room, Supported by steel: painted gold running up high to the walls, hooked up- making a long swing for four. As the swing moved faster, my legs touched he T.V, which was box-like … Continue reading The living room of memories (Poem 28 NaPoWriMo)
Hello! I hope you are having a great day. Here is my poem for today, I actually have reviewed something with each alphabet in short. It took a bit of work to form the poem and a lot of it to make the image that is featured up there. So if you have a little … Continue reading The Review Shop (Poem 27 NaPoWriMo)
Inspired by the poem of James Schuyler, Hymn to Life, I present to you the world of death as a perspective. You may agree, you may not, you may like it, you may not. Your perspective. As I have woken up, not really in my bed this morning. My body is lying here but … Continue reading Hymn to Death (Poem 25 NaPoWriMo)
Do you still smile, just like the times of your photographs shot? You didn't care of fallen tooth, nor of the strangled hair. All that was important were happy moments of life. You smiled and giggled, tumbled down a few times, ran to your mother, crying and nuzzling into your mother's lap. There were toys … Continue reading Photographs (Poem 19 NaPoWriMo)