It feels like being cut open ever so lightly, ever so precisely with the edge of a bleeding ribbon at a thousand different points of your skin It feels like being kissed lightly with soft lips that bruise your skin like blooming purple flowers or the bright fireworks you watched as a child as their reflections danced within your eyes It feels like a thousand ...
Algae all over me Hindering the light decaying my body Floating Dark suspension fazing my stillness It’s dark, it’s dark in here at the bottom The eerie silence and the infinity of depths suffocating me -I’m drowning Struggling as this reeking green cancer eats at my skin refusing to part, coiled at my core like a silent serpent- a part of me, ...
stem frail at finger tips sliced to a nib petal falls blots blood ink drawn by thorns
Selling fire to souls setting them ablaze like burning cotton Warming cold fingers in the heat— in the sorrow-soaked heat. Coins clattering black as night, as lambs with fangs spring to bite oh, poor soul, let down and torn gathering crushed hope, it’s gone, it’s gone! Copyrights © Senali Perera 2016 (7:50PM) (A poem woven around a life experience on ...
She was a modern day Goldilocks. Entering hearts without a noise and chewing away pieces ; bit by bit. Like a termite.
My heart is like an atom sometimes. You cannot see when it weeps , you cannot see when it sings. Yet you know it is there, giving you vibes , that make you happy or despair.
From a young lass to a beautiful lady and now a mother to be. How years have passed my love? Don’t worry though, at each moment I am here with you thee..
I was never alone in this cold lonely night. My shadows kept me company. Telling me stories about a ghost I once fell in love; and lost.
Pour that sugar bowl of love on me darling. I want to taste you , feel you make you shake like a milkshake. The outcome, we will find out soon.
It is hard to define the bridge between your heart and mine. Think it is a rainbow that connects souls through vivid colors. Which we call love.
I found fame through my sheer hard work and passion to do what I want to do. Not what you told me to do which always took me down. I believed in myself. I won.
Have mercy on me . I just only loved you with all my heart and soul. Nothing else. I hope it is not a crime.
It is not a bad thing, to be lost in yourself. Since I am lost in you , as you are amazing. my love , my wonder..
I tell him I need to move on to get off the roller coaster not be that person around only when he needed. I needed to love another, to gather my life its bits and pieces to find my way to move away. He asks: “So, I shouldn’t have said good morning?” (c) Creative Commons
As the sun peeks over the hell fire sky and pours misery over the earth, I part my lashes White light hits my eyes piercing, piercing drying life out of my being. I’m trapped in this snare of coerced existence- an experiment, a breathing guinea pig. A flame of darkness burning at my core throwing shadows over light consuming my ...
If it is about me. Then you are wrong. Because it was me who gave my heart to you. You belong to me . No one else.
It is a simple way to look at things . Where the positives are identified even during the darker times. It helps to heart to ease out pains and be content with what we really have. Forgetting what we don’t. Living a simple life that is what we require. Devoid of jealousy, anger and hate. Happiness is not a destination. It is always a choice.
It’s been a week now My head burns no more Yet my throat still does The windpipes moan in pain Irritated airways Contract and expand As I cough up more phlegm This is sickness A certainty in life Everyone else is out there improving Having fun in the sun Beautiful people becoming more beautiful Strong people becoming more strong Smart ...
It is a wonder on how things change In a matter of seconds You don’t know what you will get From one face to the next As you walk through a path of flowers You fall into a pit , unable to get up again You try your best , but you can’t The pressure keeps you rooted to the bottom ...
I miss home sometimes. But home means you your laughter and warmth a decade of memories places marked by echoes of us If I went home though I wouldn’t find any of you there Just echoes of a bygone age where young girls could hold home in their arms.