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Flesh and Bones


The empty space between my bones
The echoing rattles of hollow stones
The harrowing abyss of a hole in space
The blankness of a canvas sprawling my face
The seduction of melancholy on my skin
The blood in my veins infected with sin
The shackling muscles wringing my heart
The pushing, the pumping, the stop, the start
The verdict is final, the damnation eternal
The fallacy of a mortal; a tale infernal
The screams of agony fall silent like a mime
The battle of toil, a raging tide against time
The play begins with shrill of a piercing cry
The cry never leaves until the day you die



Give me some time
Give me some space

Take me to a place

Where I won’t be asked
The tedious task

(A sigh, alas!)

Of rituals
Of prayers

By righteous sayers

Of pious deeds
Of noble needs

Underlying greeds

Pursuing what I cannot
Unforgiving when I forgot

To offer specific alms
To quell certain qualms

The sin to beautify

Till the day you die

Follow and obey
As they say

Dare not dismay!

Look pretty
Act petty

It’s all a game of pawns

Play dirty
Look sturdy

Until you are bygones



Flashing blurry faces
one, two, and three
Tiptoed, scurried paces
thinking that we’re free

Street lights are fading
down a flashing sea
Paranoia raiding
so we can’t believe

Betting like horses on
humans of the streets
Weighing down moments
counting to sixty

Birthday cake candles
flicker eternity
Blown out a lifetime
pursuing sanity

Mumble, bumble, jumble
like a busy bee
Set ourselves on fire
just so we can breath

The Guessing Game


Caught up
In the middle
Hanging by a thread
The coexisting
of being alive and dead

I woke up
a lost soul
burdened with such dread
not to feel,
and being numb instead

makes me weary
enough I have bled
For the many
loveless days
I have torturously led

screaming echoes
of all the things unsaid
of right and wrong;
poison tears I shed

I am
Schrödinger’s cat
a demon in your head
The clock ticking
to decide
Will I be alive or dead?

Red Handed


An oppressive mourning day
Reveals an even darker night
Their barely worn clothes
Change from colors to white
The ones who share their blood
Are now submerged in plight
Lineages’ leak lost love
Humanity fading in this fight

We sent flowers off to bloom
They were withered in return
How can you be so idle
Witnessing the angels burn?
Masters on gilded thrones!
Is it not of your concern?
Ah yes, brutal atrocities
You would dare not discern

Pernicious minds bathed
In fatally noxious ideologies
Descending brilliance habitual
Of deadly destructive ease
Ecstatically rolling in blood
And skinning as a strip tease
As if the whore’s lust is
Immortal and to never cease

Oh broken friends and foes!
Are our cries even heard?
Or are we categorized amongst
The absolutely absurd
After all that happened
Is this what we deserved?
Our words and our sighs
Considered heaps of turd

Listen, O doomed nation!
The message loud and clear
Tomorrow it shall be us
Lying cold right here
Or maybe our beloveds
Shall tonight disappear
Feel it crawl under your skin?
Humanity being replaced by fear

© Rosh Von Amber 2014

NOTE: I wrote this poem at the breakfast table this morning. This my catharsis regarding the Taliban attack on a school in Peshawar, Pakistan killing 131 children. I have nothing more to say.bloody_hands_by_itsmylifeee-d4o2p91

Dream Snatcher


Gnawing dirty nails
Of that vile ol’ snatcher
Thrashed through the veins
Of another dream catcher
So feather by feather
It fell apart
And dream after dream
It broke her heart
With every piece
Her hope scattered
She’d silently weep
Bruised and battered

© Rosh Von Amber 2014

P.s. this is a random rendition of an old piece I wrote.