I was the poster child of success. I don't mean the kind of success most of us desire these days. Ergo, fat bank accounts, fast cars and big houses are not what I'm talking about. I mean the kind of success where you have never failed. Never failed a test. Never failed an exam. Never failed … Continue reading Do not stand still!
He was but A soul lost. Locked away. It was his make To peer hard But see not. For he dwelled Behind eyes Not opened wide Nor firmly shut. ©Aweni Image credit: Source unknown (please drop a comment if you know source so I can credit appropriately).
I say, "it is as you like it." Lola said; Curses on to women, Past and present. For the burden you created. For wrapping my fate in a foil of lies, Attractive to the less discerning eye. For placing the pen in my hand and moving the ladle to the other. For letting him … Continue reading An ode to, or a curse on Mary
Each one of my cells vibrates, Lifting up an inch Then another Until I am lifted. Detached from my body, My soul soars. With the doves I fly. Not satisfied, I sail high Then higher, To the seventh heavens. My form weightless, I slip In and out Of worm holes And through galaxies. The … Continue reading My High
Her perfect slim form, A temptation to man and woman, Rise from the shimmering waters. Her graceful form break through the rivulets with every stride. Her movements in the sea was amble and confident like she was Poisedon's very own mistress. So graceful, carefree and light afoot, The birds were jealous. The sea … Continue reading Inhabit
Her new steps may hurt more than last. Her wings may break in the storm. Like a willow with no core, The wind will blow her side to side. She might trip, fall and freeze. But, Waiting was no option For, Her most visceral fear Was to die standing ©Aweni Image credit: _Jasmin_ via Daily … Continue reading Her greatest fear
My beloved, Would you believe me, If I sang of how the sun rises From your arched brows, How your buttocks look Like twin moons, How the part of you through which you breath Is aquiline and cute, How your eyes sparkle like jewels, How your ears ooze perfection, How your skin is smooth … Continue reading A case of an imagined ugliness
I'm lost In my search Where do I go Whom do I ask What do I read If or when it comes If or when I'm told If or when I read Would I believe Or will I keep searching For what is right in front of me For what is closer to me than … Continue reading In search
Thoughts once befuddled, Words once scrambled, Flow out of his mind. A letter at a time. His quill, his medium, Bleeds to release them. To give them peace on paper. Troubled no longer, They will sway minds. They will open gates. His thoughts, Will be his currency. His words, His passport to freedom. … Continue reading The power of the quill
Mumble, bumble! They all grumble! Living in a bubble, They were not humble Nor grateful. Until, POP went the bubble, And out they all tumbled. Image credit: Bilder meines lebens via Daily Prompt: Bumble