It’s always the eyes, always has been. They write the first few lines of this poem, And the first few lines of any good story. Its been written by our ancestors that moments before you die, Your whole life flashes right before your eyes. But the ancestors were wrong, for our life stories are written…
Category: Prose
Lighthouse
And the poet stopped.Took a deep breath and with a a sighStarted all over again.Only this time, he lived one day at a time.Loose from all human attachment.Loose from all the pain, all the tearsA choice not by desire but necessity.And on each day he only looked ahead,Miles away into the fog where a bright…
Ik had mijn bril niet op
For my dutch readers: A poem by Solomon Ik weet dat we elkaar eerder hebben ontmoet. Ik weet dat we waarschijnlijk al eerder hebben gesproken. En ik dacht dat ik je tenminste goed genoeg kende. Maar gisteren, Gisteren was de eerste keer dat ik je zag met mijn bril op. God, ik kan zweren dat…
When Insomnia calls
When night fallsAnd Insomnia callsMy eyes closeBut my mind flows.I stare into the darknessAnd think about this madnessIt’s going to be a long night son.Solomon.
Perfected Art
I’ve mastered the craft of thriving in the darkTo the extent that I wouldnt know how to beIf I ever found light.I wouldn’t know how to be if I ever found company.Or even what to say or do if that ever happened!The knowledge, the memories, they all faded away.It’s just these faint images and vague…
Chasing the Northern Lights
Prologue He travelled to all four corners of the earth in search of the light. And he got nothing but scars to show for it. And one fateful day he found something strange. It was neither dark nor bright, some called it twilight, others called it nebula. So the poet accepted his fate and made…
Caramel Nightingale
Dearest caramel nightingale My thoughts are lost within your dark silky hair I sense a bit of lavender and jasmine So that my demons start to roam Through this dark red ichor of mine As red as those lips of strawberry If I would, I’d pro’ly lick the red off Before proceeding to adore your…
Screaming into the darkness
I’d prefer a full moon any day To those halflings in the sky every now and then Yes they shine, they really do But I guess its not always the light that counts Sometimes, it’s actually the darkness The contrast between the white and black of the night It’s the effect it leaves on a…
Life through a glass window
Tiny raindrops cascade down my glass window As the winds scatter the falling waters outside Trees shake in song The cold breeze sweeps across the street A squirrel runs in search of shelter; In the distance, lovers hold hands under an umbrella Unbothered by nature’s cries of joy Unbothered by the passing storm ‘blink’ then…
Dancing in the rain
When the spring rains fell And lovers danced in the fields I hoped I’d be brought out of my hell And let go of this protective shield So I did I went out dancing Hoped that the rains touched me Just like they did on everyone else So I waited. Oh, I waited It rained…
