In the dimly lit corridors Between the two realms Of sleep and consciousness Are lost in the cruel haze of wakefulness
For the impossibilities Have faded in yesterdays Be grateful that memories cannot work
Due to being created by and inhabited by Dirty, corrupted, sick humans, The world is covered with Muddy contradictions and romantics.
"Please do come to my home," Whispered the lonely spider To anyone who came by.
We say hello...we say goodbye So many times, we tried to fly Our hearts are broken but still, we try
They paint magenta over black skies or pale blue over white clouds. Some painters dab their brushes in magenta skies others in clouds.
somewhere stranded someone's balcony memories undefined, you will find me there stretched naked, doing the Electric Slide, taking morning selfies
I am a mother, proud. My native numbers are few. In my heart digs many memories forty-one relatives left in 1937.
When the tears fell the first time I wiped them as soon as they touched my cheeks When they fell again I wasn’t as quick to tend to the tears
Shadows of Mystery is a poem written by Shareyld de Guia and shared with The Ugly Writers under the theme The Games We Play for the month of April. Shadows of Mystery I have two faces but with…
Some steps you leap others you step and reap. Some jumps you miss other’s you fall into.
You can disappoint others and most especially yourself, The guilt is within you and it can be the reason to stop being motivated by the passion you have. You blame yourself for making mistakes over and over again. You think of your not really on this path, Like you just trying to fit in.