Tag: poetry
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inordinate yearning
i dread being ordinary i dread with the very idea of waking up one day and telling my children that motherhood and a hand to mouth job is all that defines me i don’t want to lose myself in the mindless ordinary, do things for short pleasures and rot to the earth with barely any…
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Dying and not Dead
It is like I’m dying, I can’t feel the cloudy rhythm Of my frail heart beat or hear The voices calling my name in despair, This is just an empty soul, nothing more All of my dreams has been shattered So has my hope been drained, And confidence been shattered, The life that resides in…
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Lie and the Liar
Something inside keeps whispering to my brain that I am going to mess it up, again and again and again. It is like there is someone another living inside this body, like a parasite, and that good for nothing parasite only keeps feeding on any good feeling I acquire. And it keeps lying, just like…
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To be a Poet
i am just another earthly impression. withered, like the beheaded roses on graves. tangled, in this web. sometimes, i can see the mountains walk, sometimes i can carry the desert in my brain and count it grain by grain. i am suffering, somehow. i am pushing a boulder up the hill. i am the sisyphus…
Prena Poetry 