Posted in Mindful, Mood Diaries

Not Yours

Your life isn’t your own,

Even then you need some your time,

Yet the increments of life,

Don’t give you,

The pleasure,

The choice,

The freedom,

To enjoy yourself,

You can imagine or fall,

For good times,

Then it all zeroes out,

Because violent words slash n cut,

Versus good times that melt n heal,

If only people feel n understand,

Repetitive pierces don’t occur,

The soul is so insured!




Posted in English poetry, Mindful

Sting Of Soul

They do not realize,

The pain given to the soul,

While just being a few words,

But injuring like a dagger so deep,

No escape from the sorrow,

Only they see,

The visible sights in front,

Not the invisible wounds,

Given by their own sharp tongue!