Category Poems

For even if ‘twas afterall, An eternal sufferer of intellectual and moral draught, A desert so desolate; ‘Tis here that our blinds of comfort fall, Yet ‘tis here that our thoughts resonate. But the clouds are roaring; Into our consciousness,…

For nothing she cares; For time, she only stares...

Even if for the little while here remains a novelty only...

What would it be like, To be at all the worldly ideas' ultimate confluence, To know it all?

Is it the past’s reflections that I see, So distant yet so close to the present’s worries- Mere reminders of what could be, or maybe what the mind decrees, Remainders, perhaps, of suggestive memories. Are these memories that haunt me,…

The lush of heat and the lack of warmth That one finds; Perhaps it’s in the air Which has fostered such despise; Perhaps it’s that reprise, That so well fairs And festers in the lost and volatile minds. We await…

It’s there: In the noise that we like to grieve, And in the silence we cope with their audacity; And in the hushed tones we express what we truly believe, Lies the field of acceptance’s complexity; It’s there. It’s there:…

They haunt you in your sleeps, They stalk you while you are awake. They console you when you weep, They pull you back into the darkness, When your ego undertakes. Behold yourself, and amalgamate your flaws, As the demons crawl…