Autumn winds

As the autumn winds

bring clouds to the light blue sky, I feel the beat

of the summer memories

still locked inside me.

I can almost feel the Elysian fields under my feet,

and the pure bliss that used to fill up my heart

with joy so strong it brought me tears.

My heart longs for it, the unreachable idleness

of paradise I once took for granted.

Helena Lillian

Unending end

Breathe in. 

Breathe out. 

Close your eyes. Sigh. 

Its not the end. You are alive. 

But am I, really? 

The sounds, this scent, 

what does it all say?  

The screams inside my head

 are trying to kill me, I think. 

The darkness that hovered

 has turned painfully white now. 

Its not confusion, I can tell you that. 

No waiting, 

nothing to look forward to. 

Nothing to believe in, 

nothing to be longing for. 

However still, my eyes betray me shamelessly. 

My heart keeps on dying, 

slowly, painfully. 

Makes me wonder how much mutilation it can take.

I have nothing to say to him. 

Nothing to expect. 

So I keep on dying little by little, 

I keep on talking to myself.

I keep telling myself lies, 

its all going to be alright.

 I can feel the fate smirking at me

 with tilted eyes. 

I can feel myself falling deep

 into its darkened pit. 

I can't feel my body, 

but just the ache. 

I can't really call it a life. 

It is the ending. 

I guess, yes. 

This is the unending end. 

Fa

Our brief estrangement

Our long relation ship ensured

that I will eventually

offer shelter to pain

even after our brief estrangement

much as the benevolent lady

down the street

who offered her home

to her dead husband's concubine.

Disha Dasagarwal

Regurgitated lore (II)

When death strikes at your sanity, intense verbal calamity, it wants to show you the meaning of profanity. The way to eternal youth is to sunder death with humor and evade his scythe like a tumor. How do you evade a tumor? The same way you evade a rumor.

Steven Rasmussen

Regurgitated lore (I)

Diplomacy is unheard of for me.

I will vomit words into peoples ear drums before

they can think or run,

from dangerous puns,

or regurgitated lore,

of the metaphysical door

I must explore.

Slip through it and feel

your spirit soar,

yet only

after fighting on death's floor.

Steven Rasmussen

Strength

My strength was born 

from the ashes of weakness,

I could never overcome.

Alycia Williams