I thought it was Rupi Kaur Who said Hi to me But she was only another player at a busy casino table. Hiding in her art, her prose and feigning innocence She counted Deceiving the…
At the murky and filthy corner of the street, lives a ravisher. He smothers her innocence and purity with his foul touch and ogle. It’s bruised and sore where he spreads his lechery. His sinister…
You gave me the keys, To the door I had closed Which would lead me, To trouble in some way. I got high on your imperfect beauty, And on the gentle rocking of the cradle….
I knew a tree, He talked to me. Said, Are you jobless, Why dally away the morning and night, Why, he said. Countless hours and, The disorder , During my sleep, During my day, During…
You say you need freedom. Okay Listen Carefully. My chains are flowers Red Roses The stem’s on my hand Yes The stem’s on my hand. So I’ll be the first to let go If the…
As I fell in love with every part of you I only lost more of myself in the process. I wanted for nothing more than for it to be “right.”
Some may say the internal desires we clench with desolate desperation are a mere misconception of love. The slow crackle of anticipation and disorderly trembles flowing and feeding through restless…
My washcloth cleans me up in the shower, As I think about you, I think of our future, I think about our love, I think about the gentle feeling from a simple hug. While I’m…
With her arms around me I suddenly noticed that she gasped for air while her head was resting on my shoulders. It felt like she was afraid that she’d never get the chance to submit…
Feeling the breeze caress my skin dancing with my hair as it sways in every direction the sun’s warmth hugging my complexion, every deep breath I take heals my spirit and soul I descend…
I Am Scattered, by J. W. Cassandra. The poem is a written of the form of a sonnet, it belongs to my volume XVIII, Incompletion, cycle I for You Return. This is my last poem so far.
I Am Scattered, by J. W. Cassandra. The poem is a written of the form of a sonnet, it belongs to my volume XVIII, Incompletion, cycle I for You Return. This is my last poem so far.
Chariot of Triumph, Part 2, by J. W. Cassandra. The poem belongs to my volume II, Sun-book, cycle Triumph of Peace. I was hesitating for a while before sharing it since, I’d like it to do in a proper moment…
Chariot of Triumph, Part 1, by J. W. Cassandra. The poem belongs to my volume II, Sun-book, cycle Triumph of Peace. I was hesitating for a while before sharing it since, I’d like it to do in a proper moment…