Thoughts
Hunting my brain like a bad tenant,
I feel the spiritual awakening impregnated.
Why do you hide behind migraines?
Procrastinating all my dreams!
Piling up all the miseries,
You stand there so erect.
Come out! Get in front!
Let me smash the pain.
Overthinker you are!
Racing over my calmness.
Broadcasting wild imageries,
How well do you get paid?
Eyes drooping, refusing to close,
My soul now suffocates, I may be dead!
The glaze of your stars,
Blurs the rays of sunshine.
Right here, my pillow and sleep wait
What you get keeping me awake?
#review #poetry #minal
Hunting my brain like a bad tenant,
I feel the spiritual awakening impregnated.
Why do you hide behind migraines?
Procrastinating all my dreams!
Piling up all the miseries,
You stand there so erect.
Come out! Get in front!
Let me smash the pain.
Overthinker you are!
Racing over my calmness.
Broadcasting wild imageries,
How well do you get paid?
Eyes drooping, refusing to close,
My soul now suffocates, I may be dead!
The glaze of your stars,
Blurs the rays of sunshine.
Right here, my pillow and sleep wait
What you get keeping me awake?
#review #poetry #minal
The Lure of A Witch's Presence
Skin brighter than white;
Hair darker than night,
Teeth yellow as rotten flesh;
The Mysterious Lady comes.
She neither leaves a trace nor a shadow that one can see,
But when she comes by she always looks at me,
Her eyes; like flowers with frostbite
they are
So haunted, not sparkling, no trace left of glee.
A lady she was, with no name
But my cold heart asks, am I to blame?
I tried not to fall back from fear and asked;
What dream came to you that you came?
I know so many last words
But I will never know hers,
There's a cold smile on her lips;
And my body shivers.
She appears, sometimes, on rainy days to save the lands going ill;
Born of the night; the evil darkness,
Then she fades into the shadowed hills
Where the memory alone prevails.
#poetry #horror #minal #review
Skin brighter than white;
Hair darker than night,
Teeth yellow as rotten flesh;
The Mysterious Lady comes.
She neither leaves a trace nor a shadow that one can see,
But when she comes by she always looks at me,
Her eyes; like flowers with frostbite
they are
So haunted, not sparkling, no trace left of glee.
A lady she was, with no name
But my cold heart asks, am I to blame?
I tried not to fall back from fear and asked;
What dream came to you that you came?
I know so many last words
But I will never know hers,
There's a cold smile on her lips;
And my body shivers.
She appears, sometimes, on rainy days to save the lands going ill;
Born of the night; the evil darkness,
Then she fades into the shadowed hills
Where the memory alone prevails.
#poetry #horror #minal #review
#wca #prompt #review #minal
The rain
The rain brings rest
Dark clouds hover for days
The Sun evades the clouds
Then, one night, rain falls
In torrents, drenching the
Dreamy earth. The farmers
Get busy dressing the moist
Earth for weeks. All the while
The earth is at rest, having
Another ritual bath of the
Year. How relaxed and cute
She grows, like a blossomed
Maiden, ready to be shy.
And the drops glide down her
Feet, with scent of flowers.
The rain
The rain brings rest
Dark clouds hover for days
The Sun evades the clouds
Then, one night, rain falls
In torrents, drenching the
Dreamy earth. The farmers
Get busy dressing the moist
Earth for weeks. All the while
The earth is at rest, having
Another ritual bath of the
Year. How relaxed and cute
She grows, like a blossomed
Maiden, ready to be shy.
And the drops glide down her
Feet, with scent of flowers.
#wca #wcp #prompt #review #minal
The rain
The rain brings rest
Dark clouds hover for days
The Sun evades the clouds
Then, one night, rain falls
In torrents, drenching the
Dreamy earth. The farmers
Get busy dressing the moist
Earth for weeks. All the while
The earth is at rest, having
Another ritual bath of the
Year. How relaxed and cute
She grows, like a blossomed
Maiden, ready to be shy.
And the drops glide down her
Feet, with the scent of flowers.
The rain
The rain brings rest
Dark clouds hover for days
The Sun evades the clouds
Then, one night, rain falls
In torrents, drenching the
Dreamy earth. The farmers
Get busy dressing the moist
Earth for weeks. All the while
The earth is at rest, having
Another ritual bath of the
Year. How relaxed and cute
She grows, like a blossomed
Maiden, ready to be shy.
And the drops glide down her
Feet, with the scent of flowers.