Tag: poem
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De-Sense-atized
Desensitized, So incentivized, It’s all privatized, Lies revitalized, To meet an end. They tell us: Don’t trust your eyes, Don’t see them die, They are enemies, Their deaths are digitized. They say forget: That they are children, Starving beneath bomb lights. That they are mothers bereaved, having lost everyone to the fires at night. They…
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A Trance
I shuffle my boots, dancing behind ruffled golden hair. The floor taught me the beat, but a trance is out there. The music rolls on, as I walk past a drunk crowd. In two sections they stand, as loudness gets loud. I feel a long trembling; it’s something awry now spawned. Beguiled in this trance,…
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Hello
It was just like yesterday, Just neighborly hellos. There you were ever standing, You stood in that hallway door. I don’t know when the feeling changed, When my heart sought wanting more. Sure enough, that day came and went, I cannot remember a time before. I remember only the days since then, And what my…
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Hello
It was just like yesterday, Just neighborly hellos. There you were ever standing, You stood in that hallway door. I don’t know when the feeling changed, When my heart sought wanting more. Sure enough, that day came and went, I cannot remember a time before. I remember only the days since then, And what my…
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Orbit
A green jetpack, all reaching, slings me into space. I left my martian boots below and that plutonian mask. They weighed me down for so long once, but I let it drift down that river, Stix. It’s where the past belongs. Jupiter, I see it, the grandest of them all. Thunder-eyed, the storm gazed my…
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Twitch
I felt that twitch twirling like twisted pine needles in my jaw. Haven’t felt it in a while. There were days where I felt that jerk pulling my attention, like an invasive incision, notifying my numbed face, to a thing dear. The way a compass always points North, that twitch, only exists in a soul…
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Miss my Buttons
I miss my Buttons, my soul threaded into the slits of her many loops. She clasps my soul with a touch like velvet, shines my coat like never before. My beautifully adorned boutonniere, how her eyes melt me when endures her stare! And all my cares they slip away, like the softest brown of her…
Writings by Samson Mousa 