Drudging along the cobbled trail Dreaming of salvation, sans hope Drenched in guilt, strides a soul frail Driven by madness, it fails to cope. Robbed
Category: PenMuse-37
The Awakening
Finding myself in an abyss, Filled with a sense of misery, Feelings of melancholy fill this Feeble heart of a nobody. Impossible is how everything
Schizo; Caught in Two Worlds
Some days, I feel this roiling sadness, Somber clouds of languish, imprison me in gloom Strange voices whisper sucking away gladness Shadows guzzle up my
The World of Storytellers
Each moment they weave a new story They see a tale in each object The characters evolve and rise to glory The human nature is
How I Died
Slowly, it seeps through the crevices of my soul Shredding bit by bit, my good-humored sufferance Severing my statements like a vicious troll ‘Scheming’ called,
Humble Offering O’Lord
Dusty and winding, these roads, they taper Desolate they seem, laborious they are Drowning my worries in the sounds of nature Dreaming of that beautiful
Loving You
Did you say you love me? With gifts and bouquet laden, Oh when you proposed on one knee I felt like Eve in the Garden
The Incomplete Rainbow
Seeing the RED atop the rainbow Stirring with a beating heart Simmering in my own divinity, I row Swearing an ascetic start Energized by the
Life Of A Logophile
Wondrous shibboleths fascinate me. When they cascade over my restive mind. Wistful verses set my ensnared thoughts free. Words are my elixir; they help me
Live Your Dream
Dare, dive deep into the spring of life, Dwell on the precious moments you get, Dream frequently, let dreams with enthusiasm rife, Dare turbulent waves
The Annoying Doorbell
Relaxing peacefully on Sunday Running riot doorbell screamed me awake Racing mind wished unwanted guest goes away Ruckus created was his mistake. Everytime, I fell
In Cold Blood
So you wronged me so, you tore me apart Scathing, your tongue lashed on untamed Scarring so deep my tender heart Sorry I did what
The Soldier’s Life
Glowing faces beam, the lanterns burn in a cove Ginger tea, conversations warm and deep Growing comraderies, brewing trust on the stove Glacial winds freezing
Flying a Kite
Flying a kite on the halcyon sky, Festival beckoning, yet why are you late? Frolicking mood pervades, no wonder why, Finicky you’re, maybe about your
Bucking Horse
Hard do I try to control my mind, However, the reins I hold do slip Horse that gallops is my mind unkind, Harnessing it, only
Womb on Trial
Why The Creator must test my womb? Why am I branded barren and desert? Will I travel an infertile to the tomb? Won’t lilies bloom
An Impish Child Within You
An Impish child lives within you, Alert and alluring, makes you happy, Allow that innocence to brew, Accept this reality, like hidden valley. Nurture and
Hope-the Savior
Beneath several layers dark and deepBuried and forgotten lie woven dreamsBroken and scattered they sadly weepBruised, they wane and let out muted screams Echoing memories