Anguish Poems
why wolves come in packs , why my mom left my dad
by slivered skin
it never came with conclusion as how the night took its time to raise a sunshine
to survive in the wild makes no sense for such a young wolf
to be part of a pack , to learn how to defend , avoid danger , hunt — crushed hares , bison , and moose
much more to be close to them all
blood dripping all the way to my mom’s home
at heightened peril of death , all lone and numb from hunger
wandering through unknown terrain , limping , some bones broken
no such scheme in mind for how the high spirits turned way upside down
to ponder why it unfolded just as it did
......
Qual
by Mario Odekerken
Sie sitzt dort,wo das Schweigen schwer wird,
zwischen dem Atemzug und dem Zerbrechen.
Eine Klaue in der Brust,
kein Schmerz im eigentlichen Sinne,
sondern ein langsames Nagen,
das sich weigert,einen Namen zu tragen.
Du sprichts,
doch die Worte zerfallen,
bevor sie die Luft erreichen.
......
Angst 02
by Mario Odekerken
Het zit waar de stilte dik wordt,
tussen de adem en het breken.
Een klauw in de borst,
niet precies pijn,
maar traag knagen
dat weigert zichzelf te benoemen.
Je spreekt,
maar de woorden storten in
voordat ze de lucht raken.
......
white sparkling wine
by slivered skin
poor girl keeps getting haunted
deep in mind , she’ll done be screaming
all words rushed down throat
throughout left and above , nothing made sense
jostled yet stayed
pinned up against all crosses ;
she’ll be living solely in delusion
fantasy at twenties , be fearless they say ,
here in square-tinted blue room
one knees bent crying it all-out confines of
......
The Echoing End
by Zynab Coroma
Take me to the light, the light at the end of the night.
A dangerous journey to begin, all alone this lonely path.
A path with thorns and weeds, that stabs upon my shallow skin.
The bleeding road ahead as danger lurk in shadows bend.
Where crows feast on deathly stench, the way ahead is cloud with pain.
The comfort of my deluded brain as flood of tears blinded my way.
A solitary mournful morning, no place to escape the anguish cry.
The hurt that curve the heart of this great creature sigh.
Nigh on the tunes of death as darkness swallow the shinning black knight…..
Qual
by Mario Odekerken
Sie sitzt dort,wo das Schweigen schwer wird,
zwischen dem Atemzug und dem Zerbrechen.
Eine Klaue in der Brust,
kein Schmerz im eigentlichen Sinne,
sondern ein langsames Nagen,
das sich weigert,einen Namen zu tragen.
Du sprichts,
doch die Worte zerfallen,
bevor sie die Luft erreichen.
......
Angst 02
by Mario Odekerken
Het zit waar de stilte dik wordt,
tussen de adem en het breken.
Een klauw in de borst,
niet precies pijn,
maar traag knagen
dat weigert zichzelf te benoemen.
Je spreekt,
maar de woorden storten in
voordat ze de lucht raken.
......
Anguish
by Mario Odekerken
It sits where silence thickens,
between the breath and the breaking.
A claw in the chest,
not pain exactly,
but a slow gnawing
that refuses to name itself.
You speak,
but the words collapse
before they reach the air.
......
white sparkling wine
by slivered skin
poor girl keeps getting haunted
deep in mind , she’ll done be screaming
all words rushed down throat
throughout left and above , nothing made sense
jostled yet stayed
pinned up against all crosses ;
she’ll be living solely in delusion
fantasy at twenties , be fearless they say ,
here in square-tinted blue room
one knees bent crying it all-out confines of
......
why wolves come in packs , why my mom left my dad
by slivered skin
it never came with conclusion as how the night took its time to raise a sunshine
to survive in the wild makes no sense for such a young wolf
to be part of a pack , to learn how to defend , avoid danger , hunt — crushed hares , bison , and moose
much more to be close to them all
blood dripping all the way to my mom’s home
at heightened peril of death , all lone and numb from hunger
wandering through unknown terrain , limping , some bones broken
no such scheme in mind for how the high spirits turned way upside down
to ponder why it unfolded just as it did
......
