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  • isalittlebroken 6w

    Chapel

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

    ©isalittlebroken

  • isalittlebroken 8w

    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 8w

    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 8w

    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 8w

    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 8w

    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 8w

    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 9w

    Young Lovers (Haiku)

    Intoxicating 
    her exotic smile shining, 
    passion consumes us.

    ©isalittlebroken

  • isalittlebroken 9w

    Jim the shaman (Haiku)

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

    ©isalittlebroken

  • isalittlebroken 9w

    Chernobyl (Haiku)

    Agonizingly
    Radiation kills us all
    Painfully slowly

    ©isalittlebroken