#113 Nonsensical Winter Poets & Poem No. 7

Before we start, this poems were written by both me and my fellow friend/poet Syaz. Her poems can be found on braidsandplaids.blogspot.com and they are all beautiful! Check them out.

25th Dec 2020 - 25th Jan 2021. Nonsensical Winter Poets

When the day begins at twenty-five, the snow burns and I am not alive

Words flew full with emotions but the storm finally went away

However great it seems, I'm losing in emotion's race, and I'm considering to get on midnight train getting nowhere

Sun showed through the clouds and shined so brightly all the flowers bloomed

What an amazing scenery to wake up to, vast sunflower fields end at the horizon

Tied a knot and things are disappearing faster than I can say 'stop'

Reflections imitating but the movements were suggestive

At last a satisfied day of work, songs and a cracked smile at the end

But like every heist in history, something bound to happen, and it's bad

Months of attention paid off to see the excitement and joy of the one and only

I'm sitting at the corner of my empty house, biting nails and thinking what the heck should I do now?

The said dulcet tones of voices by others are becoming more like the Merpeople's screeches

Help yourself, swim up the black sea, reach the sun, reach the beach

Everything life can offer but its not better than what the Garden has

Alarms at dawn it's time to go to sleep

The dreaded days are here, brain juice and burns make the best companions

I had tried to untangle my mind from embers, and nothingness

Woke up from a dozen hours only feeling tired instead of the expected crisp

Sun and moon, what's the difference? I was already lost in illusion of time

Wouldn't it be better if I go to the Styx where the thread is cut by fates

Some time in July 2017. Poem No. 7

She looked at the two green eyes staring back at her,

Hers,

She blinked and the green ones are replaced with hazel, 

Not hers,

Verdant into amber,

Rage into maddening,

Steel into complexion,

She turn the tap on to wash off the red on her hands, 

Not hers,

She thought of the sins of the sicken action,

Hers,

Yes, yes lady,

You can do it for me,

It's not hard as it seems,

On my count; one, two, three, 

Pull your strings slowly,

And looky look look,

Now they're shook,

And you're crooked,

Give them a smile,

Let them cry,

For a while,

Let yourself get high. 

NS x RA