Triolet : 2018-09-10

winds don’t scatter thoughts
thoughts could bar not winds
mind with no breath pouts knots

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Triolet : 2018-09-06

where do I hang my thoughts?
when love has lost its home
tables now jaded, speak no more
where do I hang my thoughts?

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windows now strangers
no candles to warm the time
where do I hang my thoughts?
when love has lost its home

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Acrostic + Alliteration: 2018-08-01

Tongues thick
Hold horses
Over oil
Up up up
Go go go
Helium hearts
Threaded thoughts

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The state of mind!

The state of mind

Calling the stars

Flaunt a little

The love of life.

 

We lie when woozy

Or we just cozy?

Engulfed

 

 

Engulfed at the seashores,

wondering if I should go

back or wait

till the dawn.

Incomplete

The sun comes everyday

To lighten the world

From the darkness of night

To bring new hopes and vibes

To melt in the love of shine.

Fears

I live on the edge of the fears

Suitable or unsuitable

Worth taking

Or irrelevant.

Collision

When we collide,

made a universe

of our own,

embodied with

the ideals

of the lovers unknown.

PURITY

He peeled his skin, to see if

the blood has same purity as

the redness in his eyes,

the fact is silence

in the moonshine.

 

Purity has which colour

red or white

or is it because of the wine,

he coloured him red, to see if

he feels the purity as

the pure love in her eyes.

HEAT

 

The sunburns are red

The tanning is gold

The marks are real

The sweat is glowing

With the heat of the town.

 

She is burning

He is burning

To fire the conscious

To light the lamp

In the heat of the sun.

Trust

Having layers so thin

Attached to the strings

Important and must

To carry forward

The loyalty in you.

 

Is it difficult or easy

To take the burden

Is it inbuilt or

We have to build the talent

To satisfy the norms.

What and Why!

“What I write

why I write

for what I write,

have to read

between the lines,” said the note book.

 

“Are you guilty

of what you did

why you feel,

have to understand

the reasons behind,” said the pen.

Be my love!

Take me into your arms

Forget the world

Lean on my chest

To make a move

Of your own.

Maturity

Maturity is intense

To release the tensed

Coming with drawbacks

In a dose of love.

 

He said, “Maturity is key

to end the unwanted shouts,

trying to be real

along with the reflection

in the eyes.”

HE AND I

He said, “You have tantrums.”

I said, “ I have mood swings

to balance the equation

to turn on the situation.”

 

Stay Up

They glare, the lanterns of the city, the rooftops lit with minds
that cannot sleep, with eyes

that will not close, and mine are along, the plung
of neuroticism; rest rises up and sudden there’s the tug. We’re
hot, a blade in need of pounding, the urge
to spin, lofty dreams, haggard visions, twisting
our teeth like screws. But the builders build. The makers make.

Hidden

There are times when we seem too obvious
Feelings and desires seem out of place
Then there are the times we stay quiet
Almost feeling that we should hide our face.

~ A Happy Place

~ A Happy Place

 

My ‘Happy Place’ is the farm

Where I knew not danger

Knew not harm

When bright-eyed wonderment

In upcast eyes, shone

Before Time turned the pages

One…by…one.

 

O’Prunty

 

11/8/17

 

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~ Haiku

~ Haiku
Day dawned delightful

Dreamy dense diamonds dream dance

Dew-drop delusions?
O’Prunty
10/14/17
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~ Haiku

~ Haiku
Poppy fields abloom

Scarlet fuses the color wheel

The last ones

Where the omegas light
or the zebras graze
coming to a sundown at the end

~ Deep

Beautiful, unique Jagged pieces of

Who we are

Who we are meant to be
As life carves our existence

Respecter of none
O’Prunty

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~ Thoughts Glide

Poetic thoughts glide across my tongue as dainty feet, waltzing a marble floor,

Wrapped in word, my mind soars beyond the either and I surpass self

I am neither here or there, but, suspended between realms; weightless

Sensing the Sea

She gazed upon the backdrop, bright
With hues of sky-blue-pink,
And wandered, hardly knowing quite

threads & thoughts

flying like kites
touching our noses
softly against clouds
heart and mind
worn on a single

growing pains of the rain

if water were beings who
lived with hope, breathed with
lungs, walked with a pulse
as we do, then maybe when they were born
they were the golden dew – and then the Sun

~ Being Human

 

“Strive as we might, our humanity keeps us from perfection -that great illusion – And it is our humanity that tortures our thoughts when a “mistake” has been made. A mistake is paid for once, yet, our humanity guilts us, shames us, ’til we bankrupt our souls, still, believing we can obtain the unattainable…the perfect”… O’Prunty 2/13/17

~ Haiku

Crucible of thought

The unanswered question, why?

Darkness envelopes