Deadly Games

I know who’s hiding where You under the bed, him behind the door, Her in the attic I reach and you vanish Into thin air everywhere I crawl up the steps She glides through boards of the loft I let my fingers creep along the door And he disappears among shadows in the corners Little…

What does it take to be that girl? By Sniffa

Recently this question keeps popping up multiple times a day and I still don’t have an answer. What does it really take to be that girl men fall in … What does it take to be that girl? – By Sniffa

Layers

Sometimes we don’t know what’s inside a person. People are like onions; you peel a layer you’ll find one more.

Drifting soul

Butterflies long gone A stint of swarming flies An open grave With an empty casket No dead flowers or any rotten flesh Should have buried everything When there was still a chance It’s too late now Slowly rotted, then eaten away Not a bite left behind Yet there exists a wisp of soul Floating away…

Casualty

There was not any calm after the storm Only a night following every daylight Each morning dimmed a little more Each night turned a little darker Sleep ended but not the nightmares No more hopes in dreams No more dreams in fantasies Only variants of ghosts Some less scarier than the rest Devised by reality…

Echoes

Happy words, pretty words and Everything cheery Deftly tossed asidePerhaps had the ink dried Before the writing vanished A sliver of hope, here be,To avert their evanescence Now it’s too late, for they areDispersed and dissipated As ash on a riverbank No trace of them anywhere Not a bit of burnt scent left Nor a…

Cross over

I had hoped to make it through Sand blasting into my eyes Wheezing and aching through the storm Across the the smouldering wreck To live past distress when all is done I had hoped to make it through Another day, another night Tossing and turning every wakeful hour Pulling out of the pit of hell…

Dismissal

None of her friends could empathize For none had loved so hard and lost Few had fleeting flings While others had broken strings Meaning little while they lasted and nothing when parted Some had rings on their mates and beginnings of forevers in definite dates While all she had were blurs of memories and hopes…

Time loop

And then I realised we are stuck in a never ending cycle of chasmic infatuation and bitter, cold impassivity. There are fragments of love floating in between, ashes in the wind, gone by before you could get a real glimpse. Shards of hate scrape over our skin, when we are too caught up inside our…