Je ne sais quoi
I don’t know what
It’s a feeling of déjà vu .
Author: yassy
Katzenjammer
When words get drunk,
They become Miss Fit
They are Miss Spelt
A Miss Interpretation happens
A Miss Placed Miss Construction
A Miss Conduct of
Miss Fortune who
Miss Carries the
Miss Programming which spirals into a Miss Quote of Miss Knowledge
That morphs into a
Miss Conception who
Miss Quotes
Miss Uses a misword.
Reincarnation
i
would
kill
myself
for
poetry
if
i
died
i
would
like
to
come
back
as
a
poem.
I Wear Your Skin
Sister, I wear your skin
I feel your unspoken pain
The anger of a simmering flame
I feel your fears
I see unshed tears
You have to fight to belong
You have to be strong
Sister, I feel the rape of honour
I feel my skin crawl at the destructive macabre .
Brother, I wear your skin
I feel the words in your throat
I feel you speaking bright, colored
I feel your heart beating
I feel your hope fleeting
I feel you tear inside
But then, you have to decide
You’d rather explode
And feel the inner applaud .
I wear your skin
I wear all the metaphors for pain .
Purr Perfect
A catwalk without paws.
The Wrong Side
On the wrong side of destiny
I was born
In the silence of a teardrop
On the edge of a breakdown
Learning to fall
Learning to unlearn
Chrysanthemum
Hope
That writes itself into words
I touch the words
As the sun fires deep in my belly
Making me into my quintessence
Made into me.
Venus Still Shines
dreams melt
into morning :
time turns over
in sleep …
Whimsy Wanderlust
Through the clouds
I wander
My dream and I
I wear my pain
In the rainy cloud
To let the dew-wreathed heal my mind
Am I the lonely dreamer now ?
In the moody shades of cobalt blue
I dream my bruised dream.
Dawn’s Stillness
Moving through darkness
A copper, periwinkle fire
On a threadbare wind
Sky meets sea
The whispering sounds of mists that lacquer dawn’s hush
The fish world dreams
Boats languor on oyster tears
Ode To A Road
Trees flow from the sky
Swinging over a road
Leafy, lit, and fragrant
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