When you spit on my bronzed skin, don’t mind me, I’m just a human. When you trample on my achievements sizing them to ants, don’t mind me, surely you can do better. And as your raven eyes seem to see my flesh as a rag of this earth don’t bother to mercy this beating heart….
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Feeding the beast
The beast, it hides within me, when I sleep, it wakes, horrifying my dreams, bewitching my thoughts. I awaken aswet, the beast, it never dormirts, a power creature of construction. I am it’s founder, I built it’s strength, and now I see myself, wilting as it devourers all of my strengths. Pitiful creature who are…
Cannibalism
With your leftover heart you continue to crawl, in the cracks of life. Your lights, have become shadows, and your screams are muted. No one cares for your struggles, as they pass the same ones. While, all you craved was some mercy on your pitiful soul. Your soul is a delicacy for them, they carve their tables, to adapt to your corpse. Your tears…
There is a rainbow for your tears
Some people cry on rainbows, some even sink in seas. And all I knew is people liked to laugh, but they were afraid. Afraid they might be too happy, afraid it might become worse, too quick, too soon. Some people sing, others might dance, Yet they all yearn, to touch the heavens even for…
Where do I find my power
The blizzard would harm my home, tearing the doors, ripping all I had, all I was, and now I am here in peace with nothing. A whole of emptiness. It levitates me, this hurricane. New roots will grow as my mind never failed to grow. This is a whole of emptiness, what am I? The…
Needed
Dear kind soul, this world needs your presence, give us your gift, your wittiness that only you know, your sweet smile that lights our horizons sweet melody, share with us your symphony. You are needed no matter what they may say about how you look, that crack or that wrinkle it is all needed on this…
In the silence I am
The silence is my mother, it has nurtured me in the toughest of times, winds would howl, and still, I would not fall to its cries. Silence the testimony of death, liberates me, it withdraws the sounds of man’s foolish derogatory complaints. In the silence I am, in the silence I am! 19.10.16 – Art…
Dead Roots
As a sprout, I was unaware of my surroundings, oblivious to how cruel the sun can be, if it just wanted. I was only a weary sprout, I chose to grow. Yet all they could give me was a drop of water, nothing more nothing less, and the sun you see, continued to shine, and…
That guy you once knew
As the pilots let down the bomb, your wings are wounded, even your soul shattered, you are now gone, defeated. A ceremony has been placed to your name, flowers call your essence, and tearing people you never really knew, weep together like they had a clue. You were once yet no more, a being…
If you fall…
“If you fall, do not fall on the hard concrete ground, as it can wound your knees, fall on the grass and grow with it!” – Art and poetry © Odelia Rozenfeld – Follow my daily drawings on Facebook : https://www.facebook.com/ArtByOdeliaRozenfeld/ – Like my poetry on facebook: https://www.facebook.com/odeliapoetry/
When the world forgets you
The mirror reflects only the half of you, your makeup peeled by thousands of tears, weary lines are gathered on your face, reflecting pain and disgrace, and still your shadows are hollow in the light, when the world forgets you. You ache, as knives puncture your body, ashes on the floor, for the fire is no more,…
One too many
You crushed my bones, tore my ligaments, and devoured my soul, all in the name of your beliefs. Your courage is a pitiful statement “I am better than you”. Your words shed light on the real meaning of apprehensiveness. Your anger takes the best of you, as you force yourself to live within a lie…
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