My room

Let Me In Out There.

Confined in endless galactic space
Where our devours and sights are feed
By luminescence of streaks
On white sheet of Sh*ts
This is my room
The endless doom
the scentless bloom
Let me in on it.
let me out of this.
Let me fly and dive
Let the door remains open
I just need a notepad and pen

Vhanfire

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Agony of the Daughter

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Here we are again

Nearer you come nearer

I can clearly hear

I can clearly see

I again feel it in my bones

the shivering and trembling of my soul

the fear… no the dread

the feeling close to death

one

two

three

few more steps

I know you’ll reach me

four

five

six

I know what’ll happen next

The lick,that burning warmth of your tongue

you’re hands

you’re body…

seven

eight

nine

ten

Mom help me.

Dad is in my room again…

 

 

…vhanfire

I die, she lives 



from the moment i entrust my heart
she started to do the art 
of tearing it apart
i don’t know when she starts
the girl who sips the lust
of my masculinity and bust
bites my lips almost on burst 
is now a memory of my past
with the virginity i gave
there’s nothing left saved
there’s nothing more to have
i die, she lives

The Best Poem

 
Wordless but meaningful
Like a sigh of a night wind
On window’s curtain fold
dancing under moonlight

Lifeless but beating
Like an Earl’s desire
for escape from whip
and to build his own kingdom

Doubtless intention
Though doesn’t require precision
like any heart-full song
of abandonment and satisfaction

the best poem might have been written
over and over again
published every now and then
whenever poets’ pen begin