Sitting on this sofa,
I gave way to comfort.
My soul tattered and tired
As i rose from a rhyming sleep.,
I miss feeling all the letters
Coming from side to side..
My crazy thoughts,
Disguising emotions
Pretending acts..
Eyes open to see what’s not going to happen..
Expecting things changing course…
And then begin to speak
From my heart,
I know I miss only one:
Describing how it feels,
The beat, to be carried away, to love
Only YOU.
Tag: pen
Dearest
In candle and a pen,
Tonight, I am reaching you
Saying sweet good night..
Her Verses
It was never easy containing.
It was never easy forgetting.
It will never be.
So she wrote them all in black ink
and keystrokes –
unchangeable fragments of her.
mark
a scar is a scar
in a once blank sheet;
never to leave, ever.
The Writer’s Will
I stare at the paper
A digital screen
A pen in black ink
Keys to strike..
With an armful of thoughts
Flowing so generously
A wave of scenes and imagery
I create a masterpiece yet to be.
A world never have been
Slowly comes to life
People, things and emotions
Flooded in tenderly.
I mixed the colors in blue, yellow, red
Imitating reality
For I wanted from them
Whose eyes follow the letters,
The chuckle, giggle, gloom
Thrill, terror, vanity and bloom.
I make words turn into spell
Unheard, unsure yet spoken
Puzzles and rhymes
Twisted words and fate.
To undying love I share
The endless thoughts
The feelings of the broken
I make tears well out
Heartbeats up and rising
Pounding fist in wreckage
Yearning in constant hope
Certainly, I knew them in all angles.
Love me, hate me
In the middle of nowhere
I create havoc
Blood scattered on the floors
Fears running through veins
Crawlers under night beds
Claiming innocence
Digging into the tombs
Tick-tock of the clock
A bullet hanging in the air;
Life is in my hand.
Call me
Wild thinker, murderer,
Fairy god mother
Scientist, inventor
Activist, mentor
Explorer, soldier
Lover, believer;
I am what I craft.
In this unbounded
My unconquered territory
I am a master
The writer,
Just me…
RoMa Pi 