Expression
Expression don't let,
it be a catechism
Concise, and elegant
Is Atticism
© 2020 Carol Natasha Diviney
Penalties
Handshake promises buried in myself! I was a Scapegoat s Cowardly traitorous, smiling with tears among the cheerful clowns! Outside, from the mouths of the uttering Judgments and Prophets, the vision seemed like a failure! Upstairs, in the radiant sparkle of his eyes, the rocking lady of the snow-white moon harbors! My forehead can no longer be crowned with redemptive kisses, my immortal Beloved; I've tolerated enough!
I was conceived as a misunderstood experiment, a sinful curious sin! Target My life has been targeted by deliberate envy, garbage jealous! "True pearl falls grow dearly in your sleeping eyes so you can still testify!" My responsible conscience climbs into my Soul infected with deepening guilt and makes it testify!
A frill of light flickers flirtatiously in doorways: a woman's...
Moonglade
Moonglade,
glistening
Circle stepping stones,
seen on waters,
surface whispering
So you Moonlight,
can be tracked,
reflection on water,
that is a sure fact
© 2020 Carol Natasha Diviney
...
Trust
Hard to tell what you really feel
Somethings bothering you for real
Things I hate to deal
Coz you yourself needs heal.
Conversation is what matters
For us to understand each other
Go on with all the chatters
That we may move on with this chapter.
I hate to think you don't trust
All the things that is a must
When sharing is just
Make some option for once.
Time is Misery
Thoughts are all a game
and no fun for any of us.
We're on a noose
and can't find someone to trust.
No one can swing for very long
on Misery's pendulum.
Sooner or later,
they lose their momentum.
It is a matter of Misery before it stops
Yet, it keeps swinging
And He keeps tying the knots
He's making it shorter
and we're getting smarter
But at what cost?
Until we find our souls lost.
Satura
2000 years ago
Honey, pomegranate seeds,
pine nuts, raisins,
mixed into a cake,
made barley mash,
what an,
allergy crash
Middle ages,
in throw,
fruitcakes with,
preserved fruit and,
spices were popular,
you know
From the 19th century,
fruitcake became a
traditional wedding hit
Christmas also
In England's
cake tin sit
New York Times,
Ancient Romans
Enjoyed Satura,
a substantial
cake capture,
speculation on the dish,
was preserving fruit,
really just,
on the list
© 2020 Carol Natasha Diviney
Missing you
I miss your eyes staring at mine
I miss your lips kissing on me
I miss your hugs that gives me warm
I miss your kiss to keep me calm.
I miss those days we are still happy
I miss how our hands hold tight
I miss the way you smile at me
Memory that brings joy to me.
I miss how are we used to be
Only memories left for me
No more you and me
Back to only me.
...The one
I have become a slave .
My heart the master of my actions.
I have tried to resist but everytime
I see you I become a trainwreck.
I am infused with all kinds of feelings love why?
Believe me I have tried to resist
but your unparalleled beauty alone
Has rendered me defenceless .
Loving you is like loving something you can't have in a lifetime.
I can't live like this any longer
All botteld up with emotions of love and regrets.
I am a prisoner of love and you
my warden. It seems our love had been forbbiden since ancient times.
But my love I will always have our love cemented in my heart for all of eternity.
love battlefield
Dazzling star.
Your love is strenuous
The fact that I can stand by
You every waking minute
Is a miracle.
Your eyes sparkle like evening sky inviting yet gut wrenching .The stars align in your presence those dazzling eyes piercing through my soul like a runaway Christmas carol.
Oh how I wish I could spend everyday being by you my venus. My roman goddess.
I was a man of no weakness but when you came to the picture all that barbarism and hostility went flying out of the window.
The first time I laid my eyes to those dazzling eyes . The whole world stood still. Everything went in slow motion only you and I mattered for that moment .