Author: yassy

Bleeding

As I lay bleeding from inside, they walk all over me 
Their footprints locked in my blood’s captivity .

My hands are empty, I have lost all my words 
The pages in my book whisper, their screams go unheard. 

I can no longer see or feel my dreams 
still, my dreams reach out to me , give me self esteem. 

Dreams taken from me, lost along the way 
I still feel them, I know they won’t betray.

I cling to my quill and feel it’s comfort 
when I scribe, my thoughts are comfortably versed. 

I will not let the ink dry on my soul 
my subconscious hope will always console.

Stargazing – A Pleiades

Sweeping me off my feet
Starry eyed, I gaze at the 
Sojourn of lustrous stars 
Surfing the empyrean 
Saturating air with stardust 
Streaking the celestial 
Scintillating the nova 

Spectacle galactic 
Spinning inky aether 
Spellbinding gravity 
Stringing the Big Dipper 
Shimmering Milky Way 
Stunning, dazzling me as 
Shooting stars wish me well.


# Pleiades

The Poetry Of Me

I undo everything that holds me together 
unravel this ache 
my soul’s longing 
I inhale and exhale the 
ancient fire burning my skin
I bathe in the constellations cosmic energy 
to touch the glowing sun 
ignite every nerve 
to burn the scars in my mind to heal me 
my heart a mix of falling tears 
dreams take me home like 
a flood of thunder 
a lightening of rhythm and rhyme 
in the chaos of white violets 
I embrace me 
the timelessness of breathing in the new alive 

I write to be reborn 
in melting timelines 
into arias of sweet nothings 
I break and wake to the laws of survival 
breathing in luminescent blooms 
that trace fragrance of lifelines 

poetry terrifies me with its honesty …… I still write anyway 

my sky fills with stars ..

Anagrammatic

grammar anima 
maniac rant in a mint tarmac 
art racing in an antic act 
a gamin cat 
a gamin rat 
Martian in a train mating a gnat. 
I grin! 

tic tac tic tac ting ring ting ring 
an anagram mantra 
aria magic rating a magma 
migrant in a tram 
cramming a cigar
in a giant gamma arc
tiara in a mart
mic tag in it 
rain ramming catamaran 
man in tragic gait 
carting a cam can maim a nit, a nag in a car 
arming a tangram
magnetic grit 
carat amarant
Anagrammatic .

Life Is

Many things in life don’t make sense 
if you question life, it takes offense
‘call it fate’ life says in its defence 
most times it’s at your sanity’s expense 
living life has become a pretence 
life throws a curveball nonetheless 
you still pick up the pieces and commence 
because ‘hope’ is something that life invents 
give it time, says life, no more laments 
life is something that time represents 
like an hourglass in destiny’s events 
slipping through one’s fingers, nonetheless 
I can’t figure out life, I must confess 
maybe I have missed the point of life’s intent.