More than once in awhile,Whensoever thou are at a low ebbAny rain may blemish thy fairy WebRoving thy deaf, blind, dumb soulNone outer get thee out of thy black holeNought out doth worthen anymore More than once in awhile,Whensoever sores moan quietly in thy ribsAny gale may tear thy outworn sailHath long been flapping in… Continue reading More than once
Tag: #dis-ease
Hurts
How does it hurt to feel your hurts' hurt hurtHark! The sharp echoes of war's drums alert. How it hurts to taste your heart's disconcertTo listen solemnly to your slow beatsThe crawling, eerie whines - your restive fleets. How it hurts to hear your sigh's discomfortTo detect that imminent wild nighfallFeel vulnerable to your mood's… Continue reading Hurts
#villanelle
The more I grasp sighs, the more my tears dry.The grey fogs hinder my soft heaven spark.So, I kneel down and pray: "Ô, The Most High!" Lights of my days in a ring of fire cry.The murky scars embrace the fiery dark.The more I grasp sighs, the more my tears dry. Anxiety madly thrives, frowns.… Continue reading #villanelle
Unspoken
A storm sans rainTidal waves of voidPerpetuate my painYears chained sans voiceLost beyond the greyThe heavy clouds in aweAnd the fury in the rawTickle by the silenceMe frown in shynessSighs of tears underway S.C.P.B
Dis-ease
I hit my absolute rock bottom.Life goes in slow motion.It cracks the back.Everything is suspendedAmidst fear and angerMood swings like fireAnd I, and MeHumdramly, in a whisper,Fall on my brown dust as I dis-Appear in my black hole. S.C.P.B(C) All rights reserved
So-called Poetry of Biba 
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