Broken Asunder

Like a storm dancing in the middle of the ocean

More bickering led to strangle the equestrian

Beads and rippling splashes of glowing umber

Scalding my shadow to a broken asunder

To Sacrifice The Lamb

Like a warrior princess who has met
Endless, desperate battles and fiery deaths
The rotten innuendo of barbaric breaths
Sinful ambiance of antagonizing regrets

Survived by her compassion  and patience
Throbbing thoughts in maddening sequence
The day she bounced, more obstacles spread
Sugary barriers deterring her next gigantic step

Like tiny bits of foul-smelling despicable trash
She was torn down, worn out in pulsating distress
There were nights when she wanted to get up and swim
To freely dance underwater and wash-off the stains

She has quite good reasons to lay herself still
In the solitude of long, vulnerable, hopeless years
Or could she has directly descended from Eve
Resiliently taking her toils in overturned beams?

Too far from a saint that the devil would fear
She can't come up searching for merciless kill
Streaming from her eyes are dark crimson fluid
Warding the witches off from giving more mischief

Though bricks and rough stones reached her flesh
Her wounded spirit won't succumb to conquest
She is no brains nor has a ravishing face
But she can't be sieved with a gold-coated net

Her pain won't show in her soft, caring words
She has placed her hurt in the hands of hope
She took all blames in silent, awful tears
While being stabbed by her venomous peers

The dreams pursued in her fearless years
Now deaf and dumb to the music that heals
She could bow down to ferocious beasts
And char them in her thoughts, yelling ablaze

The green-eyed monsters lurking behind
The shadow of an ill-fated angel's arm
Crowding the foot of an inverted cross
All fighting to rule their fancy driven world.

All will fall in the bottomless pit of madness
Where no one can laugh in shielded finesse
Just savoring the perks of transient silence
But no one regrets a demeaning imprudence

She could feel the nerve of agitated fingers
Pointing towards her direction in disrespect
But now she understands, they found it perfect
To sacrifice the lamb than stand against the ogre

There are more of her weaker kind in the world
To suffer the damage of others' dreadful choice
Yet, she dreamt of life as film in the making
Hoping for an unforgettable, happy ending.

Indifference

The wailing
of a poor shadow pervertly lain
underneath the rolling
aquamarine embers
of the dangerous game
still remains
a mystery.

No smile could be seen
on her exhausted face
for so long now.
Always in tears,
sobbing
in awful pain
yet unheard.

Broken and beat
and nothing to hold on to
Resembling a helpless stone
violently thrown
upon a quicksand
promptly going down
in eternal slumber

Away from everything
and everyone
She was forced by the world
to burn all the memories
of life's precious moments
and drown herself in the depth
of indifference.

The Vanishing Shore

Misunderstood whispers of serenity

Burnt  along each grain of sand

Roasting under the heat

Of the wicked, midday sun.

Like the shore orphaned

By the thoughtless wave's kisses

Scorching my pained soul, twisted,

Expelled, and left to die a million times

I lay myself down helplessly, list'nin'

To the humming wings of a dove, 

While the shore vanishes, scraped

From the endless voyage that was.