Deprevation

sopping up the inspiration, creativity and beauty from life's dregs

smile with me June 11, 2018

Filed under: Poem,What it is — nomisyar @ 13:27

freedom
means
your heart leads.

freedom means
love leads.

 
freedom means
never saying sorry-
to yourself.

 
freedom is not an illusion;

freedom
is
free.

freedom is your natural state.
freedom wears nothing,
but a smile..

 

-may the wings of liberty never lose a feather (J. Burton; 1986)

 

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Filed under: Poem,What it is — nomisyar @ 12:43

the caressing
cobwebs
of love’s fell reign
whisper huskily, of
dread fantasies.

yet,
there persists
a yearning
for the peaceful surrender
found
in nostalgia’s
sweet bosom’s
delightful embrace.

 

sipping infinity May 28, 2018

Filed under: Canis Lupus,Poem,What it is — nomisyar @ 00:13

Moon’s light slips through
time
and night
to touch me
and to
touch you
with whispered answers
to the
questions asked
from a silent place.

 

fanfare April 4, 2018

Filed under: EL,Poem,What it is — nomisyar @ 04:52

over shadows
and
btwn
bristling bustle
he watches-
she watches
your next move.

will you arrive?
or
fall?
or roll over,
afraid?

they both are
rooting for home,
for the home team,
for the return
of you
to
me.

close your eyes child,
and come to me.
this dance
is yet
to commence.

 

springmelt March 20, 2018

Filed under: Poem,What it is — nomisyar @ 21:36

smothered in winter’s bosom
one thrives in the cool perfection
till
one day,
freed from
her crystal beauty
there in the mud
is a heart
bruised
and torn,
but….

beating.

still beating.

 

who February 21, 2018

Filed under: EL,Poem,What it is — nomisyar @ 08:12

do u see?

who
are
u?

do
u
feel
the
power,

of

Who
You
Are?

lost
sheep
&
sly jackals
nibble
and
munch
at your soul.

but there is
more to give,
always,
much more.

Who are you,
but
more
than
yesterday?

 

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little February 19, 2018

Filed under: Poem,What it is — nomisyar @ 06:50

eyes bereft
of blinding terror,
heart filled
with emptiness:
because
you
are near.

saftey
in
solitude:
a most welcome lie.
yet
true when it comes
to you.

where
is the wisdom of youth?

where
am
i?

 

 
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