Submissions by Layla
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Nov 2019 6:39pm
12th Nov 2019 6:39pm
Once Upon A Time
Peace and love moved war to the other side of the moon
Hatred and greed climbed a ladder and pulled it too soon
Before time could heal old wounds bleeding like river
To oceans and seas risen in anger.
The earth cried in pain,
“You shall never rest in my womb again!
To do what’s undone, can never be done
You are the storm without rain.”
Kindness wrapped its clouds around the children
And the wise sun awaited untaken by questions
No one knew the answer to human fears
Clawing at every grave ladened with...
Hatred and greed climbed a ladder and pulled it too soon
Before time could heal old wounds bleeding like river
To oceans and seas risen in anger.
The earth cried in pain,
“You shall never rest in my womb again!
To do what’s undone, can never be done
You are the storm without rain.”
Kindness wrapped its clouds around the children
And the wise sun awaited untaken by questions
No one knew the answer to human fears
Clawing at every grave ladened with...
#war
#peace
35 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Nov 2019 1:30pm
12th Nov 2019 1:30pm
Open Endings
It’s almost December, again
the Christmas lights are still there
hung like a garland around the window frame
red and blue, blink, linking.. life and gloom
to the grin of the moon
reminding me, the end of 2019 is near, and
I light a candle to familiar ghosts
dancing in slow motion on the walls
painted pistachio green
turning to a shade of white
salt or snow; perhaps both
pure, perfect
Separately.
I wonder
what does it all mean:
the bittersweet pull of
discord to tidy open endings,
luck and rhythm of...
the Christmas lights are still there
hung like a garland around the window frame
red and blue, blink, linking.. life and gloom
to the grin of the moon
reminding me, the end of 2019 is near, and
I light a candle to familiar ghosts
dancing in slow motion on the walls
painted pistachio green
turning to a shade of white
salt or snow; perhaps both
pure, perfect
Separately.
I wonder
what does it all mean:
the bittersweet pull of
discord to tidy open endings,
luck and rhythm of...
#sadness
#Christmas
44 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Oct 2019 11:28pm
29th Oct 2019 11:28pm
cigarettes & sex
the sky stretched
pale, persistent and thin
as moth’s wings;
our thoughts transparent
our needs primitive
between
lust & greed
freed of stillness flowing to sea
ideology portrayed
sequential and clear
yearning for chaos, maelstrom
storm becoming ‘Art’ of ashes
deep in valleys
high on hills
dark with deed
innocence consumed
mouth to mouth, teeth to teeth
in stagnated breath
we swallowed pride
to halo of the night
between
cigarettes & sex ...
pale, persistent and thin
as moth’s wings;
our thoughts transparent
our needs primitive
between
lust & greed
freed of stillness flowing to sea
ideology portrayed
sequential and clear
yearning for chaos, maelstrom
storm becoming ‘Art’ of ashes
deep in valleys
high on hills
dark with deed
innocence consumed
mouth to mouth, teeth to teeth
in stagnated breath
we swallowed pride
to halo of the night
between
cigarettes & sex ...
#love
144 reads
8 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
27th Oct 2019 4:43am
27th Oct 2019 4:43am
Numerology
They had lived a good life.
Together.
In love, before they knew the words, the acceleration, the rush, the declaration to the sun, the moon and the stars.
It had come easily, slowly, softly, like tipper tapper of the rain on the tin roof and a pot of hot soup tricking drop by drop hushing the heat to stop the burn but through the storms and the calms they danced to the sound of two heartbeats echoing each other.
Love in its simplest form nestled in ritualism and traditions.
One day,
She found a lump on her left breast.
Another day,
He suffered a...
Together.
In love, before they knew the words, the acceleration, the rush, the declaration to the sun, the moon and the stars.
It had come easily, slowly, softly, like tipper tapper of the rain on the tin roof and a pot of hot soup tricking drop by drop hushing the heat to stop the burn but through the storms and the calms they danced to the sound of two heartbeats echoing each other.
Love in its simplest form nestled in ritualism and traditions.
One day,
She found a lump on her left breast.
Another day,
He suffered a...
#death
#universe
#mystery
82 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Oct 2019 11:55pm
16th Oct 2019 11:55pm
Om
I do not weep
For things I have not seen
Temporary warm winds of October
Crows preaching silence
Two bored nymphs
Remembering
Disfigured seasons
Shadows
as long as sun-
Flower
One thought, one symbol.
*
*
*
Outside
The rain beat
Ten-thousand lashes
Against confessional screens
Washing chalk tattoo from grin to grief
Shrunk beneath rainbow leaves
A mausoleum of regrets
Fettered dust
Fading in solitary crib ...
For things I have not seen
Temporary warm winds of October
Crows preaching silence
Two bored nymphs
Remembering
Disfigured seasons
Shadows
as long as sun-
Flower
One thought, one symbol.
*
*
*
Outside
The rain beat
Ten-thousand lashes
Against confessional screens
Washing chalk tattoo from grin to grief
Shrunk beneath rainbow leaves
A mausoleum of regrets
Fettered dust
Fading in solitary crib ...
#winter
#fall
#SelfReflection #emptiness
#SelfReflection #emptiness
187 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Oct 2019 4:29pm
12th Oct 2019 4:29pm
Look, Look…Away
You,
yes…you
godlike, childlike
moon on each shoulder
expecting miracles
in the dubious light
standing at the banks
of the red river
dividing truth in half
kicking the scattered
teeth clung to meat
with your feet
speculating
the vapors rising
holding silence
in ear
the fear
breaking us apart
and you pretend
not to see
the alarming blue
gushing from veins.
You,
yes…you
offspring of mice
indistinguishable
from hyenas and wolves
with glaring eyes ...
yes…you
godlike, childlike
moon on each shoulder
expecting miracles
in the dubious light
standing at the banks
of the red river
dividing truth in half
kicking the scattered
teeth clung to meat
with your feet
speculating
the vapors rising
holding silence
in ear
the fear
breaking us apart
and you pretend
not to see
the alarming blue
gushing from veins.
You,
yes…you
offspring of mice
indistinguishable
from hyenas and wolves
with glaring eyes ...
#humankind
#morality
138 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Oct 2019 7:30pm
11th Oct 2019 7:30pm
The Drought
The heat spread
like wild-
fire burning for miles
charring trees and brush
orchards in bloom
rushing with urgency
claiming all
given and borrowed
sweeping colors
loomed in plume
reducing to a hush
but, the crows came
at early morning light
shamelessly cawing
war, war…more
tap dancing at the lip;
the hollowed womb of
birdbath in gloom
veined in vain
with grief.
The uncouth season
ended non-ceremonial
in its rage and
the plum tree
appeared in its corner ...
like wild-
fire burning for miles
charring trees and brush
orchards in bloom
rushing with urgency
claiming all
given and borrowed
sweeping colors
loomed in plume
reducing to a hush
but, the crows came
at early morning light
shamelessly cawing
war, war…more
tap dancing at the lip;
the hollowed womb of
birdbath in gloom
veined in vain
with grief.
The uncouth season
ended non-ceremonial
in its rage and
the plum tree
appeared in its corner ...
#trees
#nature
#LifeCycle
108 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Oct 2019 1:57am
8th Oct 2019 1:57am
Constellations
my
fingers
curved
entwined
in hopeless
entanglement
with yours
instinctually
curling to hold
an exquisite
secret of scents
inquisitive
soft
seductive
unfurling
synopsis
of
quantum
against the skin
the sapphire
canvas
gleamed
with stardust
streaked
with desire
in hues of
yearnings
moon-pearls
rolling with gravity
merging as one
river
your breath, my haven
contouring
the shape-...
fingers
curved
entwined
in hopeless
entanglement
with yours
instinctually
curling to hold
an exquisite
secret of scents
inquisitive
soft
seductive
unfurling
synopsis
of
quantum
against the skin
the sapphire
canvas
gleamed
with stardust
streaked
with desire
in hues of
yearnings
moon-pearls
rolling with gravity
merging as one
river
your breath, my haven
contouring
the shape-...
#love
187 reads
21 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Oct 2019 00:22am
6th Oct 2019 00:22am
Because: A Story Of Conjunction
because
always has its cause
dynamic and systematic
because should never be, to be-
come as you are not as should be
because I is more important
than we, he, she
now…later.
Agree to disagree
because I don’t know the answer
but I’ll rephrase, reshape every time
because I know more words than you
whirling, twirling on my tongue
because time is on my side, winding
counter-clockwise, replying to your
question with more questions
...
always has its cause
dynamic and systematic
because should never be, to be-
come as you are not as should be
because I is more important
than we, he, she
now…later.
Agree to disagree
because I don’t know the answer
but I’ll rephrase, reshape every time
because I know more words than you
whirling, twirling on my tongue
because time is on my side, winding
counter-clockwise, replying to your
question with more questions
...
#WritingPoetry
127 reads
8 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
29th Sep 2019 7:05pm
29th Sep 2019 7:05pm
The Fog
(1)
The tumbling stones
surrounded wombless porch
wobbly and apprehensive
oscillating
beneath my feet.
I step off,
in faded emerald fields
wading through blades of grass
softly grazing my skin
pure and nimble;
persistent with immunity of loss.
(2)
Darkness, unfolded
lethargic and unimposed
lingering
above the ground
suspicious of quietude offerings
decay in mire.
Purling the air
in billowy clouds
weighing
like a pull of wreck
in my lungs ...
The tumbling stones
surrounded wombless porch
wobbly and apprehensive
oscillating
beneath my feet.
I step off,
in faded emerald fields
wading through blades of grass
softly grazing my skin
pure and nimble;
persistent with immunity of loss.
(2)
Darkness, unfolded
lethargic and unimposed
lingering
above the ground
suspicious of quietude offerings
decay in mire.
Purling the air
in billowy clouds
weighing
like a pull of wreck
in my lungs ...
#anxiety
#dark
#nature
#humankind
#metaphor
201 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Sep 2019 2:23am
9th Sep 2019 2:23am
Hold Me Still (In Your Shadow)
Dusk spreads its wings for the weeping
and
my fingers follow slow, quivering
gathering last of dew from leaves
under the Eucalyptus tree
you lean
aslant
to golden crescent
of the moon
metaphors drip from your tongue
trickling in my mouth
I drink every word drunk
in yesterday's wine
listening to songs of
your heartbeat before dawn
The ocean whines
tormented
at our feet
receding
to greet the salty kiss
of quivering lip...
and
my fingers follow slow, quivering
gathering last of dew from leaves
under the Eucalyptus tree
you lean
aslant
to golden crescent
of the moon
metaphors drip from your tongue
trickling in my mouth
I drink every word drunk
in yesterday's wine
listening to songs of
your heartbeat before dawn
The ocean whines
tormented
at our feet
receding
to greet the salty kiss
of quivering lip...
#love
#dreams
416 reads
31 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Aug 2019 5:32pm
27th Aug 2019 5:32pm
Some Days Are Longer Than Most Years
She Ransacked through the rubble
strewn, rusted, rancid in its glory
To weave remorse with autumn
leaves on her braille skin, but
The Rattan threads snaked, stalking
frayed memories grazing at her feet
To the fading light of a Rebel sun
restitutionary in its golden tears.
Hues of Redemption cascaded from
her cheeks to a familiar Rhapsody
A song, more ancient than time
Ripened on disfigured vines
Dripping Rivulets of fermented wine
on the Rosary chaining her wrists.
Waiting,...
strewn, rusted, rancid in its glory
To weave remorse with autumn
leaves on her braille skin, but
The Rattan threads snaked, stalking
frayed memories grazing at her feet
To the fading light of a Rebel sun
restitutionary in its golden tears.
Hues of Redemption cascaded from
her cheeks to a familiar Rhapsody
A song, more ancient than time
Ripened on disfigured vines
Dripping Rivulets of fermented wine
on the Rosary chaining her wrists.
Waiting,...
#regret
#LifeStruggles
#redemption
246 reads
16 Comments
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