A poem
When they can be seen
in the daytime,
their passive facade
makes them seem kind.
But in the night,
in the dark and silence,
their facade collapses
to reveal madness and violence.
The deep blue sea
looks unusually shallow
in the morning,
when the waves are calm and mellow.
But when the blue sky fades to black,
they reveal what was hidden:
a dangerous world
that they must live in.
To wade in the water at night
is to fight against the ocean’s might.
To face the waves in the dark, in the cold
is to face the secrets that they hold.
To battle with the sea
is to battle in order to see
What is hidden inside
the cerulean tide.
A poem
We fall from the sky
as aqueous drops
Cascading down a velvety slope that meets
the sapphire sea.
We fall from the feathery utopia of the clouds
as perfect spheres,
ready to be molded
by the sovereign wind.
We begin our lives
with a disruption
in the limitless ocean.
Ripples radiate;
The water undulates.
Our signal permeates
the sea. It stimulates
Those who dedicate
their lives to making us perpetuate
the state we stay in and we capitulate.
We say
nothing in order to stay
floating so we don’t drift away
We delay
our destiny. We decay
until a transformation is underway
until these ripples turn into waves.
A poem
I.
Voices in my head are at war.
Nothing is right.
I made a mistake.
Now, the voices will
fight for the
rest of my life.
II.
I was whole
until
they shrieked
and
shattered
me.
Now the pieces
of hope
inside me
burst
into smithereens.
Others may forget
but the voices make sure
I will
always
remember.
III.
Regret
Never leaves.
Satisfaction
Never stays.
Eyes clenched
Like fists. Take
Deep breaths
and think.
Making
decisions
in less
than a second.
Cannot feel
like I came
to the right
conclusion.
IV.
The voices scream their rage evident as if my…
A free verse poem
a poem about dreams
I.
I can feel
when my skin
is touched
by the heat of the sun
And I feel
when it’s swept
by the cool
breeze.
I can feel
my body vibrate
standing in the cold snow
And I feel
the heat
pulsate through my blood
On a hot day
in the summer.
I can feel
my light
heart when I
climb
And I feel
my lungs
scream
when I fall
And I feel big or small but never the way I feel when I’m awake
because when I dream,
my eyes are closed
But still,
I can see.
II.
The…
A story of loneliness
It stands out on the flat maple floor. Everything about it. The color like desert sand, the glinting shiny scales, and the way it slithers across the room. All of them scare him, but nothing matches the sheer terror pulsating throughout his trembling body when he hears the steady shake of its rattle.
Creeping across the floor slowly yet purposefully, it makes its way toward him. As it slithers in circles around him, he fears for his life. It taunts him. Coming close, then drifting away; circling back, then reversing its course. Frozen by the dread, his feet are suddenly…
A poem
I.
Chained
to the ground.
Invisible shackles
keep him tied
to the floor beneath him.
Immured
in a state
of eternal regret.
Bare feet
scratched
cut and bleeding
on the road
outside
in the night.
Above him are
the clouds and the stars.
Below him are
the dirt and the chains.
II.
The bonds are locked
without a key.
The road is cold
freezing his wounded feet.
Midnight
And the
invisible chains
still present
tie his legs to the ground.
The key
on the floor.
His hands behind his back
and another chain
constructed
on his wrists.
The key to…
Rohan Rao
Artist, Poet, Writer. If you like my work, please consider helping me at https://ko-fi.com/rohanrao
