#isalittlebroken

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  • isalittlebroken 7w

    Chapel

    They paint the night
    with lustful colours.
    The sheet is the canvas
    for these entwined lovers

    ©isalittlebroken

  • isalittlebroken 9w

    Aurora

    I spend my time
    in the light of day,
    underneath the waterfall
    where we dance and play.

    I spend my nights
    by the fireside,
    staring at you
    hanging onto every word you say.

    Sun kisses
    the moon whispers,
    paint our souls the colour of stars.

    Aurora, bring us the dawn
    so we may marvel upon
    blossoming flowers in first lights embrace.
    Diaphanous morning mists
    lovers first kiss
    dancing silhouettes
    and she,
    She is celestial 
    an angelic gift
    for
    this earth. 

    ©isalittlebroken

  • isalittlebroken 9w

    Dance of the seeds

    The birds fly 
    in through my
    kitchen door.
    They dance
    and sing
    on my floor,
    seeking their morning feed
    a handful of millet seed.
    It's quite entertaining
    how they learn over time 
    to summon,
    the one that feeds them these glorious 
    millet seeds.
    I answer their
    beckoning calls,
    I sprinkle their
    feast on the patio floor.
    Now all the shy ones
    descend from their trees,
    to partake 
    in the 
    dance of the seeds.

    (A daily occurrence ) 

    ©isalittlebroken

  • isalittlebroken 10w

    Moerae

    Perfection in brutality,
    my concentration camp of self-prescribed isolation.
    Have you got the key?

    There's safety in a thought,
    the sweet danger in action.
    In the scenario of consciousness, he was slowly and painfully drowning in an empty pool. 
    The lights are off next door...
    Holiday home barely used. 

    Let the rats run free.

    Nyx walks in the darkest depths of night. 
    Helios will soon bring the light.
    Escape Tartarus!
    Calliope we beg your blessings...
    Erato and Polyhymnia, 
    anoint us.

    Dusty TV set,
    when last was it on...
    The book pages are tattered and torn.
    A dog sleeps comfortably on the couch. 
    The mind is a one-way road with unmanned checkpoints. 
    The dog whimpers quietly...
    What do dogs dream of?

    The clock has a thunderous tick and nauseating tock. 
    I should remove the battery.

    Maybe tomorrow I'll put water in the pool. 


    ©isalittlebroken

  • isalittlebroken 10w

    Divinity Muse

    I've read so many pages 
    and written more than some...
    I've forgotten all the pages I've read
    all but one...
    It was something about the sun.

    In a world of Gods
    there is but one
    Existence would be mute
    if not for the Sun...

    Oh, wait I wrote that too.
    What's an ageing poet with failing memory to do?
    I've never claimed to have a muse...
    Such things leave me unenthused
    Now upon reflection,
    perhaps the Sun 
    is my muse.

    ©isalittlebroken

  • isalittlebroken 10w

    Last flower of Spring

    Descent into chaos
    whirlpools of forgotten dreams,
    a tornado of inevitably.
    Inside the seething masses,
    you have the gift of invisibility.
    We can see you in your glass houses,
    don't let us bother you...
    Go about your business.
    Do what you need,
    we will do what we do.
    I picked the last flower of spring.
    It smells better than the ones I picked before...
    Maybe I'll pass it on to the one I adore.
    Will you love me?
    if I'm ugly on the inside...
    Can you see the smile behind my mask?
    The thing about the last kiss is they don't last.
    I picked the last flower of spring!
    Just before the thunderstorm set in...
    electrifying me
    electric dreams
    I ask you all to stay...
    The last round is on me.
    It has been a strange day...
    Now let me be on my way...
    descending into chaos.

    ©isalittlebroken

  • isalittlebroken 10w

    The fire in my heart

    There was no room for me to rent,
    in the house of love...
    Guess I'll lay my head down outside,
    in the still summers night...

    Can I have a dance with the fireflies?

    Oh, sweet pretence you lead me astray.
    She never sent any love letters my way...
    Well,
    what can you do?
    what can you say?

    At least I can dance with the fireflies
    on this day...
    Until my dreams 
    float me away
    They will float me away...

    ©isalittlebroken

  • isalittlebroken 10w

    Young Lovers (Haiku)

    Intoxicating 
    her exotic smile shining, 
    passion consumes us.

    ©isalittlebroken

  • isalittlebroken 10w

    Jim the shaman (Haiku)

    Untold myths allure
    draws my soul's essence outwards
    I need new monsters

    ©isalittlebroken

  • isalittlebroken 10w

    Chernobyl (Haiku)

    Agonizingly
    Radiation kills us all
    Painfully slowly

    ©isalittlebroken

  • isalittlebroken 11w

    Little moth

    Dead satellites circle the globe.
    Flickering black edged neon lights.
    The moth is content smashing into it till death.
    Silly little thing...
    Chasing the moon in the age of man
    a fool's task.
    The Order Lepidoptera sounds so dignified.
    So we messed up transverse orientation,
    with our cities made of sin.
    Have you ever thought about that?
    in passing reflection...
    We chase abundance and stature,
    not that much different than a moth to a flame.
    Pretty much the same.
    Confused, abused and misused...
    The pot is filled with unemployed youth,
    chasing unrealistic dreams...
    The water is at boiling point, waiting to bite the hand that it feeds.
    Close the door on your way out forgotten one...
    It's a vicious cold night
    in the city of light.

    ©isalittlebroken

  • isalittlebroken 11w

    Hieroglyph

    Each passing arduous day,
    the esoteric chains grow tighter...
    I would be voiceless in a forgotten sepulchre 
    if I was not a poetic fighter. 

    I'm just a trivial scribe.

    Are there any poetically etched hieroglyphs?
    shhh, I need to write. 

    ©isalittlebroken

  • isalittlebroken 11w

    Echo

    For Kings with heavy Crowns,
    the court jester forever the clown.
    We marched with menacing rapiers,
    Stained with crimson memories, 
    all that remains of those we deemed enemies.

    Who am I to challenge why? 

    We serve.
    We do as we are told.
    Are we immortal? 
    None of us ever seem to see old...
    So this tale echoes through eternity.
    Things stay much the same...
    Just the weapons change.
    Death has the same taste,
    no matter the training of the chef.
    All in the name of progress in some form...

    We still can't cure a common cold. 

    ©isalittlebroken

  • isalittlebroken 11w

    Butterflies

    Tell me,
    did you find yourself at the edge of the night?
    In a field full of crying butterflies and forbidden delights?

    ©isalittlebroken

  • isalittlebroken 11w

    Audio Arousal

    I want to hear 
    all the lovers of my past,
    moaning in a choir line...
    Mmm, how sensually sonorous.

    ©isalittlebroken

  • isalittlebroken 11w

    The new God

    Who's that knocking on my door?
    What are you looking for?
    There are no naked bodies cemented in the walls.
    Blue and red lights blanket the evening 
    Seeping in through the cracks...
    Voices 
    Voices
    in my head
    So enticing, so inviting
    Delightful and interesting.
    Then they raped the last virgins 
    on sacred cold stone altars,
    in honour of the Gods.
    Seeking divine shelter from the wicked world.
    All these histories fucked into the present...
    and here we are, here I am.
    Free to say virtually anything 
    on the altar of the new God
    The internet. 
    So very silly. 

    ©isalittlebroken

  • isalittlebroken 11w

    Tragedy in the neon glow

    Destiny at the bottom of an amber bottle
    is hard to swallow. 
    The unforgiving bitter taste
    of weakly crafted lies.
    Did you promise earthly wet offerings?
    One night bride,
    Peitha at the bed's side.
    Artemis weeping quietly outside.
    Circe failed, Odysseus would be no swine.
    I know your secrets intimately,
    how to make you scream...
    Morpheus in your dreams,
    fashioning false scenes in scenic surroundings. 
    Have you ever truly been alive? 
    Have you lived?
    What's beyond that bitter last sip? 
    Barman calls last round...
    'Ah shit' 


    ©isalittlebroken

  • isalittlebroken 12w

    Ashes to Ashes

    How humbling it is to hold human ashes 
    in your hand.
    A person you used to know,
    cast to the sea in a pillowed cloud of white dust.
    Her spirit leaving us
    to rest forevermore 
    in azure waters 
    She adored.

    (Cast my Aunt and her daughter's ashes into the ocean today.) RIP 6/8/21
    ©isalittlebroken

  • isalittlebroken 12w

    Reflecting

    Indigo eyes soaking
    in the cinnamon sunrise.
    Dove grey clouds gather...
    Will they weep for you?
    She stands relaxed
    on umber sands,
    burgundy hair teased
    by the wind.
    Fragrant ozone arrives,
    seems there will be tears
    from the sky.
    The doves have left,
    now the clouds 
    move slow and heavy.
    Still, she stares
    into the sun.
    The clouds like curtains
    close on her show.
    Final scenes so eclectic
    waiting for the encore 
    of sky electric.
    Earthbound angel faces 
    the coming storm...
    reflecting. 

    ©isalittlebroken

  • isalittlebroken 12w

    Tick tick tick tock

    Yesterday I scanned the mirror's reflection
    for the signs of my first beard
    I wonder if shaving will be weird?
    Today I scanned the blurred reflection of an old man, I did not recognize...
    Oh, the beard came in fine
    With all my youthful promise there's
    one thing I didn't account for.
    The time it fleets we always lose that war.
    tick tock is the sound of it fading away
    Time is just a visitor she never stays.

    ©isalittlebroken