Writer's Dream

Before I fall

Before I fall,

dumbed by grief,

My heart aloft,

wound back in a jiff,

you my dearest I’d sought,

sunshine glimmering forth,

soon, I’d hit the floor.


Liberals of light

A ghostly manifest,

an oblivious being,

dead or alive,

essence is redeemed,

darkness off sight,

liberals of light.



Surpassed by a crows’ wit,

scarecrows become obsolete,

ugliness on its fringe,

dead roses on my feet.


Out of depth,

plunged in murky bathe,

time will tell,

before I wake,

how long I’d hold my breath.

A rainy night

I saw her last night,

flashes in her eyes,

thunder roars with might,

she calls, I oblige.

Anonymous IV

Undeterred and brave,

unmatched she flew,

now a masked grave,

deep in the cold blue,

past and present awash,

by swells of blue hue.


Silence fills every void,

Vultures skimming,

on both sides of the coin,

exasperated and devoid,

calmness keeps him buoyed

Poker face

A wailing heart,

strolling on thin ice,

like a feral bat,

feeding a greedy vice.


Jack the menace,

wears a poker face,

in a nutshell,

the cards in place.

Anonymous III

After the storm,

vast skies ripped apart,

moths bask in naked earth,

horrid raindrops depart,

teardrops leap forth,

dusk sips the stifling wrath,

mute and aghast,

these solemn winds shall pass.

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