~Falling Wishes~

Dreams—though vain—

Are drops of rain

Added to a sea

Of peaceful pain

And hopeful gain—

Hidden within me.

.

~Reigh Lynne

~Wandering Souls~

Drifting through fog,

Whispers of pain;

Nothing to cling to—

Nothing to gain.

.

Can’t reach the ground,

Can’t reach the air;

Dying by living—

No Breath to share

.

Crimson Ink stains

Chapters and charts:

Drawing the curtains—

Shuttering hearts.

.

Still limping on,

Broken, bent bruised;

Relinquishing Hope—

Trampled and used.

.

Blood and Tears mix,

Brought forth by shards

Of hearts, hopes and dreams—

Tearing at scars.

.

Droplets fall up,

Sprinkling the sky;

Forming the wishes

For which we cry.

.

Grasping these stars,

I give them to you;

This is who We are—

It’s what we do:

.

Giving up Life

To make Lives whole:

We are the Spirits

Of Wandering Souls.

.

~Reigh Lynne

(I wrote this when I was 14. Please don’t judge it too harshly.)

Necks below the heads of birds
tweet the marbled meat

Post de-heading

still are words

gargled
gasping for a treat

Against the solid wooden block
porcelain taffy glints

an odorous gander,
unfragrable cock

featherhead
poisoned ivy and lints

Poultry magnaminance
chickety-chick

chickety

the Underhouse carriage
looks rickety

up by the marquee,
aclicking his clock
The Craftsman sat spindling his loom

coarse is the grain
on a pinewooden frock
or the larktree

Buttoned
doom

—

“Rainy days … hide it best.”

- a sad panda…

The Thing We Never thought we’ll find, The Thing that suddenly appears to hide.

Like The Cereus.. Catch it bloom under the breathe of the moon..

and like it.. Once a year, celebration of the time grown.

but the realm of time forbids such beauties to linger.. and in this, preserving it into our abate memory.

Worry not children, the remains of Hyakutake is a wonder in its own.

So do not cower in the dimming light.

Embody the seconds that lit you up.

and Burn bright, in your forever glow.

The List:
carrot, eggplant, arbi,
capsicum, green peas -
press one for more options -
apples, new list apps
applesauce and ketchup
not Heinz but the cheaper one,
a new pressure cooker because the whistle doesn’t work
And with each tweak it tizzles out more,
theek nahi hai, yaar 
no matter how many times you take it in,
it’s just jugaad again,
a permanent temporary fix,
so we need a new one, stainless
steel and big, bara
to cook all of your dreams.
grand total rages against your wallet,
paper thin but it’s digital,
anyway,
your eyes glaze, blaze
as the bag boy, too tired, too hassled,
too underpaid squishes the eggs
beneath the cooker
the shells quake in your eardrums
the smell of something rotten
beneath all those discounts.

-it’s what you don’t see that matters, Kelsey Ray Banerjee

“"Push them away”

A thought, an urge that’s been filling my head

I want to

But I don’t want to

They don’t need me

I need them

I want to suffer alone

But I don’t want to suffer alone

I want to be in pieces

I want to be whole again

Push them away and you’ll crumble

Keep them near and maybe you can pick yourself back up

Conflicting thoughts

Conflicting feelings

Who do I listen to?

What do I do?

I’m stuck in limbo as I go back and forth

Between my devil and my savior

Between my suffering self and my healing self

Leaving me to question everything

Leaving me to feel nothing

Allowing me to do stupid"

-D.S.

8/29/2019

“Conflicted”

Feels like I’m suffocating
Suffocating in a wave of ideas, a wave of emotions, a wave of feelings
Ideas that I’m not sure are really the truth
Emotions regarding those close to me
Feelings making me second guess their presence in my life
Second guess their ideas, their emotions, their feelings regarding me
The reality inside my head is different than what I’m seeing or understanding
What is true? What is false?
I can’t tell anymore
What is reality and what is just in my head?