Lonely Claim
I am your time that is up Your story that’s come to an end Your regrets and words unsaid. Your what ifs and maybes. Your whys and cries. Your hows and tries. Your breaking point and last stand. Your surrender…
Pasithea Chan
Impressionist who enjoys writing poetry in symbolism laced with philosophy. https://twitter.com/RogueMalachite
Youth, Love, and Truth
Youth told me that love breaks bones but time made me wiser with laughs as Life showed me that love grows into a companionship of two souls.
When Umbers and Shadows Play
When umbers and shadows play, a peasant blends effortlessly into a landscape standing in the shade beneath a rust clay cottage seeking shelter under tall carob and mocha trees with draping juniper and seaweed leaves.
Metronome Reality
And so my friend you now comprehend why writing is a track where the end spells lack. Like a metronome’s pendulum poetry is a medium that keeps me going down this track and coming back!
Aloof
And as the fires swallowed my cries I opened my eyes to face life’s lies. I closed my heart and gave up tries for a prize: to accept failures without whys and be wise to break ties and move in…
Into You
If attraction were a hue made in love to hew a heart with a look at you then I’m into you.
Rainbow Souls
Be the change but don’t try to change me for a rainbow needs both the sun and rain
I Am a Rose
I am love, life's eternal rose whose petals rest on time's calyx to blossom in dreams.
I Am Life
Duality and duplicity are my feet For I am life man's greatest prize or demise!
The Whys and Hows
Together with time they etch destinies or chip cares away from minds. Whys and hows are pain's twigs kindling its flame to meet time's hammers.