Apprehensive Sunlight

Elan Mudrow


The floor chases the sun

Disturbing the warmth, Dust wanders

Within bent beams, embedded

In light captured heat

Moves as an animal, crawling

Never quite caught, always catching

Late leaves, blended with sidewalks

Attempt a crossing, through portal

Entering dry, slightly sifted

Remnants, now empty veins

Lost among the floorboards

Still trying, still trying, always trying

Screens are guardians, slim aluminum

Bugs not meant to be heard

Play pretend with access, asking

Confused, glancing curiosity,

Darting, from screen to screen

An escapeless web, teased by wind

The fireplace, forgotten tomb

Sits still, breathless, sullen

Until blown upon by suffocation

Sparks break out, wild upon the world

Die in the night, depthless deep

The morning buries them, softly

The sun, a cold reminder, where

Blinds attempt to illuminate

Loss of cycle, the crouching star

Until the horizon eats the beam

Spinning, spinning flat, until

Hands are rubbed together


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Yes i call myself a human

Yes i call myself a human.                                                                                                                                                                      For one drop might not matter much.                                                                                                                                                   We only weep when harshness touch.                                                                                                                                                       We feel the slightest things that happen.                                                                                                                                                  We try to steal others right why so raven.                                                                                                                                            Yes i call myself human.                                                              

Yes i call myself a human                                                                                                                                                                             we live with others still plot against our brothers.                                                                                                                                           Love to put ourselves first still boost we care for others.                                                                                                                     We stare at all that happen still remain ignorant.                                                                                                                                   We would have never find a hideout if our thoughts were transparent.                                                                                                 yes i call myself a human.                                      

Yes i call myself a human.                                                                                                                                                                          We burden ourselves with tons of things.                                                                                                                                                 We learn to raise everyday even if you cut off our wings.                                                                                                                      you brew soberness still we find our way to bliss.                                                                                                                                        We put others into certain category as we wish.                                                                                                                                   Yes i call myself a human.                                                                                                                                                      

Bleeding Heart

She scratched herself extremely hard for she couldn’t bare the mental pain,
That girl tried to protect herself but nothing helped; not even saint.
Hid her in darkness so none would ever understand what lies inside,
She pretended to waddle from place to place keeping her dreads aside.

She learned a lesson for none ever rise until they have been through fall.
That girl would never let anyone enter for just harshness had resided the heart walls.
The time she was all by herself no one put forth his hand except god.
He always replaces the remains of heart that were once torn.

Part (i)

Words under no circumstances speak; actions certainly reflect,
For each step taken ensures noble or remorseful effect.
As night falls in despair; left completely single-handedly to suffer,
World is too inhuman; occupied with people never think what they utter.
They prove themselves to be truthful; masking veiled tales;
None to blame but thyself… in silence their dishonesties gales.
They cut-off her wings so under no circumstances might she soar again,
From all the agonies and dreads this woman hid her in imaginable secret den.
Bleeding and wounded; severe pain surviving with untreated scars;
Tried to overcome, fighting to escape and run missing some place far,
Battling with her own self, would she ever or not ever flourish;
A day she might bloom, stand one in millions as Flores.
Hope could undeniably dwell even if entire world’s in despair,
Ups and downs come and pass away; have plenty time so why not prepare.
Sun a fiery ball, blazing and mighty, but sets as soon as the time moves close.
Just a right day, right place and chance the whole world will stand to applause.
She’s been chained, hand tied together, left to die within a dark room.
Nothing ever takes breath away more rapidly than the gloom.
Killing her everyday yet doesn’t agree to remain below any charge.
How extensively would you be successful to keep her away with barge?

Vicious memories

I held onto his hand to never let go;
So late to realise he wasn’t a friend but foe.
He stabbed my heart tremendously hard,
Amazing, at using gentleness as his fad.

Never thought, to encounter someone that cunning.
From all those wounds still running.
Walk on earth still fell like walking on shattered glass,
Left me with nothing but just coarse memory crass.

My soul slowly recovers but again when I think,
World goes upside down within a wink.
Tried to make escape; leave all behind;
But can’t kill thoughts travelling through my mind.


I’ve no time to standstill and explore,
The ship of life had struggled hard to reach shore;
Sometimes I wake up in dark… sweat running down;
Miserable fears and nightmares made me drown.

Then I see a hand trying to help me through.
Let go off the qualms that once grew.
I try to reach and grab it greatly tight;
Unexpectedly from dark someone brings me to bright light.

I stare handy enough to know who the aforementioned exists.
But after helping me it vanished into mist.
For benevolence never need a reason to feast.
Turn a man into human that once remained a beast.

Broken down by loved ones…

At midnight stood beneath the tree observing clear sky.
Splashing water with feet reflecting the divine moon light,
Quite place, no voice, no noise; suddenly I heard a cry.
Skinny old lady in bitter cold, O! What a terrible sight.

Walked towards her, sat alongside and questioned.
But ears couldn’t accept her miserable reply.
Abandoned by the one she raised, Ah! New eras fashion.
Once on whom all were dependent has nobody beside to rely.

Deprived from shelter and dying from starving.
Uh! What a ransom for nurturing a child who come to be an adult.
The one, their passport to world is struggling for surviving.
Men, just fear truth, time will reveal soon you were such a colt.

Perfect as you are

Some people change because they need importance,
They assume it’s meant for better but are you aware.
What I contemplate, you are in ample inadvertence,
Your innocent voice unexpectedly turned into thunder blare.

Stand facing the mirror intend to look into your eyes,
Can you see the same person hidden behind the mask?
Every night a newfangled soul born and old soul dies.
I know it’s not the one I knew its time to unmask.

Your brain is a factory of ideas but it’s you to choose.
I believe your decision would be for finest ending.
Too kind to listen to people but better to follow personal views.
Good times to reveal all the truth; stop pretending.

It’s certainly not immoral to be who the one you really are,
Not one on earth possibly will play your part as you play.
Please return back home for you haven’t travelled far,
Nobody faultless; best in their weird ways for all made of clay.