poems

No hidey hole

No hidey hole
I try to run,
I try to hide,
there is no hidey hole,
he can’t find,

On tiptoes,
I peek outside,
and wave to my friends,
playing outside,

Shut my eyes tight,
and I’m by their side,
until he yanks my hair,
and brings me back inside.

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SOUL SPEAK

I have been inspired by my friend Jen of steponacrack who is celebrating her National Poetry Month by posting her favourite poems on her blog.

So I would like to share some links to some Poets and their poems/prose here on WordPress. I have met a lot of amazing poets in this wonderful community. The poems /prose below are the several that stuck in my head.

THE RAVAGED CANVASES by Somkritya

CONSUMED by Julie Catherine

WHEN PASSION FLARES by Angela Grace

I ASK YOU DOES IT MATTER by Daily Sweet Peas

I PRACTICE DYING EVERY NIGHT by Yearstruck

More to come later. 🙂

Enjoy!

Maiyata

LOST

Lost

 Far away eyes,

Runaway mind,

 

Hiding,

From terrors,

 undefined,

 

New friends,

Invisible

 to the ordinary eye,

 

Another home,

Another husband,

Another life,

 

Worlds friendlier,

safer than reality,

 

places,

 where we can’t be

 worlds that hold,

no memories

 S.E

‘For you I will’

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There are several ways to lose loved ones to Domestic Violence.

I have written about one friend. This is another. 

Mad Rambling # 1

WARNING MIGHT NOT MAKE SENSE 🙂

Hope

hush

 

listen

 

heart’s  flit, fluttering,

first sight,

first glimpse,

 

hope tiptoeing

pirouetting

 

lust thundering in

drums rolling

matador,

red flag raised,

daring bull to strike,

 

can you hear it

 

my heart a violin

 playing,

softly now

luring,

siren calling

 

waltz

 with me

a top a plateau

as high as can be,

around,

and around

slowly now,

runnnn,

jump

 

down

 

wooosshhhh

 

flyyyyy

soar the wind

 

up

 

up

above the clouds

between our heavens

 

gliding,

 

floating

 

waltz with me

 faster, 

faster, faster

twirling , whirling,

 

 oblivion,

 

play violins play,

 

thud,

 thunk

rustling,

bed creaking,

REALITY,

 

splat

splat

splat

 

hush

 

listen

 

violins…

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