Live Water

The water is alive

it writhes in pain

as it twist and turns

along the bends

of the river floor

jagged rocks

break its pattern

sending ripples across the 

water, ever flowing

down the stream

Silence

Silence
deafening roar
of the nothing
we fear
as we sit alone
on the chair
listening to the nothing
washing in your ears
never retreating
laying siege to your mind
as I listen
to nothing
-Adi

Boredom

A feeling

in which the world

drags by

at snails pace

staring at the clock

it creeps

in the back of

your mind waiting for

the time to pounce

upon your boredom

holding on with 

strange determination

not to let go

it digs in with it's claws

"I won't let go"

Glub Blub

Glub

Glub Glub
Blub Blub
Bubbles floating up,
Up through to water
To the shining surface
The surface
Like a distorted memory
Swirly forever changing
Swish, Swish
Goes my tail
Propelling me across
The small enclosure
That is my cage
With rocks
And fake plants
I am alone
In a house
Breathing the oxygen
From the water

Alone

Welcome

This is a blog about poetry, all poems, occasional short storys. All me.

Stairways

Stairways

and

A gate

Between Two worlds

Up and down

They can be dangerous

One false move and

They bring pain and suffering

Dogs try to go

They really do

But we invented a way

To stop them

It is called a gate