Poetry soothes one’s senses as it captures the repressed and the inexpressible. Sometimes, it paves one’s way toward self-healing, in other times it enraptures the sweet, sensual cravings that the brain ‘shushes’ but the heart ‘tells’. This section is for those who have their poetic glasses on and can account for the world as they see. Mix your perceptions in our own berry world, and we’ll create a masterpiece!
I read somewhere, that laughter is the cure, for all ailments , yet I was unsure. Because, you see? The saddest people around me smile the most. Their laughter sounds the loudest. And their giggles are the funniest. You can never tell how sad they actually are, or that they
for Santanu. . . Santanu: wholesome: hólos You are the vase, shattered years ago during the dark voyage through the Middle Passage. Today, the children play around you in a circle like an ocean of hope; their skin parched with heat, and yet their eyes glimmer brighter than a thousand
At midnight My city screams Just when the longer hand of the town clock Reaches beneath the bird nest And the thwarted one beckons to the typhoon shelter At midnight the dogs sniff around my city Looking for the excoriation That keeps spreading fetor Throughout busy days Through the crowd