Strangeness
In the dimly lit corridors
Between the two realms
Of sleep and consciousness
Are lost in the cruel haze
of wakefulness
Beginning with “M”
For the impossibilities
Have faded in yesterdays
Be grateful that memories
cannot work
All That’s Left Is Mud
Due to being created by and inhabited by
Dirty, corrupted, sick humans,
The world is covered with
Muddy contradictions and romantics.
Come To My Parlor
"Please do come to my home,"
Whispered the lonely spider
To anyone who came by.
Changed Heart
We say hello...we say goodbye So many times, we tried to fly Our hearts are broken but still, we try
Melting Moons & Threading Stars
They paint magenta over black skies
or pale blue over white clouds.
Some painters dab their brushes
in magenta skies others in clouds.
Juice Box Girl
somewhere stranded
someone's balcony
memories undefined,
you will find me there
stretched naked, doing
the Electric Slide,
taking morning selfies
Native I am, Cocopa (v3)
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
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
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…
Try Not To Cry
Some steps you leap
others you step and reap.
Some jumps you miss
other’s you fall into.
The Word Sorry Is Not Enough
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.