
Rose of Damascus

I’ve been chasing a sky of blurry lines
I’ve been chasing constellations with my eyes closed
I’ve been chasing misplaced trust with heartfelt lies
I’ve been chasing danger with silent explosives
I’ve been chasing peace with a vicious expression
I’ve been chasing filled pages in an empty book
If these decorated walls could shout
crumbled words would cut my open arms
If these rooms could plead guilty
my disease would cry indifference
And my inflicted patterns dwell on Silence Boulevard
On my knees with my hands clenched together
Reciting scripture and broken prayers
Begging “Take my pain away, tired of all the shadows of yesterday”
I’ve been chasing delusions with a vacant jar of pills
I’ve been chasing wisdom with limited experiences
I’ve been chasing a river of echoes with a pierced eardrum
I’ve been chasing a fantasy with numb fingertips
I’ve been chasing daylight on a dim path
If these decorated walls could shout
crumbled words would cut my open arms
If these rooms could plead guilty
my disease would cry indifference
And my inflicted patterns dwell on Silence Boulevard
On my knees with my hands clenched together
Reciting scripture and broken prayers
Begging “Take my pain away, tired of all the shadows of yesterday”
I’ve been chasing riddles with a cracked compass
I’ve been chasing affection with a crippled identity
I’ve been chasing sentiments with a star dripping resentment
I’ve been chasing sweetness with a bitter tongue
I’ve been chasing suspicion with an arrow
in my hand
I’ve been chasing time with drops of heartache
If these decorated walls could shout
crumbled words would cut my open arms
If these rooms could plead guilty
my disease would cry indifference
And my inflicted patterns dwell on Silence Boulevard
On my knees with my hands clenched together
Reciting scripture and broken prayers
Begging “Take my pain away, tired of all the shadows of yesterday”
Stumbling into a fuzzy
and sanitized brainstorm
Watching the fury
leave stains where the mime
inside placed his hands
on the four by four box
Chatter dissolves
Blood clots stricken
Nonstop convulsions
A falling stigma is spread
like dust on the tricks
of my broken down mind
Fears wallow
Doubt hangs like tree branches
in a distraught hurricane
Analytics in bold
Emotions shredded
Wiping away the dirt from
my cynical and distant eyes
Leaving the mime inside
cry like a new born baby
Constantly misunderstood
A misguided circus fumbling
through the fog
A part of me is the feather
of a soaring bird
Never falling to the ground
without direction
Grasping the words of the prayer
Sent to God from a letter
Please save the mime
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Like a light kite in the sky
waving at the landscapes
Adoring God’s creations
from the ground to the
feathers and trees
Flying like a hummingbird
raptured in his point of view
Watching statues and waters
from an eagles eye
Tranquility prances in the
honeysuckle breeze
Harmony is held in
Cupid’s hands
All in all beauty surrounds
us like a circle
We just have a choice
to see it
Destroyed trust smeared on shingles
Ruins spread out over the dismantled carpet
Locked up gates surrounding decrepit doors
Components of ancient clocks in disgust
Splinters in necks of apathetic voices
Arms folding like a hand of cards
Negligence lingers in the crisp air
Carelessness hobbling on a narrow path
Monotony standing tall and shrewd
Incuriosity bounces like a dodgeball
Separation is coughed up like phlegm
Alienation is the divine appetite
Four mile road of still emptiness
Unfortunately many reside in a glance of reality
She slumbers in jitters and uncertainty
She slumbers in quietness and nervousness
She slumbers in angst and needles
She slumbers in frozen butterflies
She slumbers in a catatonic atmosphere
And the all knowing and powerful listens
She slumbers in misguided beliefs
She slumbers in thin confidence
She slumbers in pale rose petals
She slumbers in the down pouring dismay
She slumbers in cold feet and horror
And the all knowing and powerful listens
She slumbers in cynical exasperation
She slumbers in headaches and irritations
She slumbers in deadweight
She slumbers in mishaps and misfortune
She slumbers in blame and agitation
And the all knowing and powerful guides
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I’ve cried
a thousand tears
I’ve walked
a million miles
I’ve bled
mountains of blood
I’ve feared
the darkest tale
I’ve broken
shining hearts
I’ve stolen
innocent kisses
I’ve borrowed
pockets of time
I’ve craved
unconditional love
I’ve needed
shadows of desire
I’ve ached
for the endangered light
I’ve wanted
someone to hear me
I felt his presence
at Hallelujah Crossing
I was born to feel
I was born to absorb my emotions a bit different
I want to see the world through others eyes
I was born to be a poet
I was born to be a writer
I want to be in touch with my tears
I want to know where they came from
I want to know where your scars came from
I want to understand you
I was born to be something I didn’t know existed
I was born to love you
I was born to share something that is suppose to bring us together
I was born to hold you
I was born so we could be together
I was born to love you until the end of time
Up in a turpentine sky
A cloudless mirage echoes
Brilliance glows
Mornings splash
Abundance of joy sparkles
Fires twinkle
Souls singing
Hope is renewed
Faith is guided
All from the rising of the sun
*Priya had chosen this title for the challenge.