A poem: By Damaya Traveling through the drifted dreams Through the rippling realms and streams Trying to find another Another dream like no other Traveling through the outreached emotions Through the darkened worries and comotions Through the love, through the harmony Your soul begins to flee Leaving your body and hearts To liquifying painted arts Painted with the color you give out Trying to find what it's all about... Unblemished: By Damaya Looking through the clear glass; Drops of liquids fall. From the grey open space Above; To the green earthy spikes below. Everything that the clear stuff touches: Turns clear and unseen. The ashes of the dead toxic gases; Fall too in the blanket of liquid patches. Faces above are white and grey, Looking down upon us with a spray. A spray to moisten our bodies, Moisten the earth's saddened worries. Leaving puddles of the translucid blood Lying around the concrete lots. All the metal monsters; Swerve on their black rubber tires. Trying to look through Their liquid-infected clear sheets of glass. The unseen stuff evaporates. The golden ball of fire With dryness it creates. I created By Damaya I created a flower but it turned into a rusty kettle I created a new brand of toothpaste, but it turned into an oil well I created a jelly bean, but it turned into a purple goblin I created a rabbit, but it turned into a cloud I created a monster, but it turned into a lime cherry I created a chocolate fairy, but it turned into a wondering man with six noses I created a voodoo doll, and it resembled george bush I created a microwave that could turn into a bath tub, but it turned into a zebra I created a pitch fork, but it turned into martha stewert I created an electrifying fish, but it turned into a sink I created an arm using a peice of turqouise suntan lotion, but it turned into a mild case of small pox I created a mouse, but it turned into a cinnamon bun I created a thing called love, but it turned into hate I created peace, but it turned into peice I created a turtle that liked to eat smarties, but turned into a camal eating an elephant I created a rambling mind, Which now I can't find For there's no Tommorrow By Damaya I'm dead I'm not sure why Maybe... I killed myself Or maybe... Guilt killed me All I know is that, I eased myself in Through a million hearts And broke them Is this a waking dream?.... Or am I actually dead?.... My heart aches I'm drunk from these guilty memories I'm drunk from the ignorence The blood in my veins Flow like acrid red wine The scars on my soul Have opened up again Now, I'm lying there Lifeless In a pool of regrets, silences, tears and sorrow Now, I won't wake up For there is no tommorrow ..................... Riverbed Souls By Damaya Rain showering down; Through my being. My heart in the mist to drown; Bone prison ceiling. Purifying my soul, Present yourself to the rain. Cleaning out the hellhole In my bodies domain There it goes, Trickling through the bones. There is shows, Stifled between the moans. Heart pregnant With the colorless spray of sky’s tears, Cool wistful current, All dryness clears.
I liked "I created" alot. Made me smile. And this stanza... Now, I'm lying there Lifeless In a pool of regrets, silences, tears and sorrow Now, I won't wake up For there is no tommorrow ...reminds me of something i wrote...
oh really?? what a coincidence,.. haha. I wrote that poem about a month ago.I like the: I created. one as well.
And now I suffer. Guilt, longing, and regret. Amplified by my own stupidity. And though my mind, So ignorant and blind, Could have never permitted this defeat, A shattered heart, Dry and cracked, Lays lifeless in my gut. lol i guess i was wrong... they are pretty different
Natures paint brush By Damaya Blotting bits of red, pink and yellow Creating a sunset and then a rainbow Creating flowers with the tip of your brush Then the sun goes down creating a hush Night then evolves creating a moon The moon turns into a papery cacoon Out of the cacoon fly's out a fire ball That lights the sky, letting the night fall
Mystical Colors By Damaya Mystical colors spear out through the body Like rays of light beaming down from the clouds, Like a dagger spearing through ones mortal part. Mystical colors blanket the luminous, oxygenated air Like the sun wrapping itself around the being of a person, Like the frosty snow towering itself upon the ground. Mystical colors blend into nature's water Like dye into a washing machine, Like food coloring into a drink of colorless liquid. Mystical colors twirl you into a crystal ball Like a camera into a photo, Like a pencil into a drawing. Mystical colors overpower the shadows, the darkness Like an abstract painting flowing into bloom from a painters brush, Like a dream of color overpowering the reality mind. Mystical colors
