Luminousis

In my Heart there lies a Songbird caged,Yearning to sing in the breeze.Yet it is trapped in Human flesh,Far too heavy with sorrows.And each day that passes,It drowns a little more in the blood of Human veins,Far too poisoned, more than any Heavenly Choir that inspired it. – Desdemona

I am haunted,

Haunted by ghosts.

'Could have been', 'Should have been','Could be', and 'Should be'

Are their names.

Alas, it is only these four

That fill my lonesome days.

'Could have been',

'Could have been',

How pitiful you are!

Your grandiose wishes

Were crushed by

Circumstance and chance.

'Should have been'

Shushes all others,

A pearl among the gems.

He lies like a carcass

Hewn for the hounds,…

Thunder furiously rumbled across the dark night sky. Pensive, brooding, sulking.Just like the moody Evelynne Yvonne Marie.Twirling coils of smoke left the cigar between her fingers, as she stared at the twisting, raging tongues of fire caged in her lighter, begging for release.How did she end up here? She wasn’t quite sure. But as she stood, sagging her fatigued figure over the rooftop railing,…

My heart is locked in a bony cage,

Where it writhes and turns for Freedom's sweet lips.

It toils to keep this mortal vessel alive,

Yet struggles to find some peace of mind.

But Darkness calls with comfort and change,

Death's loving embrace so gentle and safe,

The Night calls away all worries formed by Day. – Maya Desdemona

Are you a burnt little matchstick?Struck against scraping sandpaperTill you shine bright enough to be a star,But the joy of being enough is robbed by the end, without going far.Burnt, crippled, broken, and used,Now showing no more potential nor promise,You are thrown away by the world,Tossed in a pile without a thought,The light you brought, they forgot,So they have simply left you to rot. Maya…

I suppose there was truth when Calpurnia said:"The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes."For as I stare out my window,Glancing at heaven above and ground below,I see white lilies mourn the loss of a kind soul from this world,And the mighty heavens themselves stand in shame at their helplessness.On this dayA great and kindly spirit was robbed from this Earth,Far too early, sooner…

The delicate peace promised to us by the leaders of the world hangs on a balance that tilts steadily towards the rough, violent arms of war. The modern day and age, the one that promised this peace and progress, has seemingly forgotten the many suffering souls around the world, still oppressed, still denied their basic human rights. It is our duty, as citizens of our respective countries, and as…

The moon calls the pristine sea-water,Which in turn, reaches to the sky to answer.The wind sings of this sultry exchange,While the poor rocks,Constantly thrashed by the falling tides,Can only silently sigh. – Maya Desdemona

The one who slays the demon must be worse than the demon himself, don’t you think?Maya’s sleepless brain.

Is it possible to suffer in bliss?To be rosy in health, To have not a single burden weighing heavy on your shoulders, But still feel as though your chest is constrained in thorns? To still dread waking in the morn? To fill your empty mind with worry after worry, Just to keep it occupied? To be upset without cause, Unable to confide in the loving embrace of reason?To resolve to watching the…

Fret not, little child,The monsters under your bed are long gone,The next monsters you must fearLurk within the minds of men.It enslaves their heart,And lives of their soul,Construing their figures beyond recognition.Turning them into a shell of their former person.Fret not, little child,Such monsters are a part of life,They live within us all and live all too well,For why else would poets of old…