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, ...

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 ...

The Good Morning 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 ...

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 ...

My girls 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.

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