Brown sugar
and a heavy head
A cruise ship ticket
with no return
a body with
bags for eyes
sinking through the clouds
landing in a tomb
of his own spell.
Roasted [Inktober Day 3]
I went looking for my heart tonight
only to find it
soaking in the ash
of a victorious blaze
that once burned through my chest
I went look for my heart
and found the footprints of pain
buried in the shadows
that swallowed my flesh
I went look for a ghost
who whispers names
in my voice
echoing through my head
I went looking for a mirage
and found scorched soil
thirsty for growth
Tranquil [Inktober Day 2]
The water
in its cold embrace
washed me
to the tip of a new beginning
where i found my feet
waiting…
for the sun to swallow the night
and dry the fear from my eyes
so i can look for peace
within…
Poisonous [Inktober Day 1]
dreams fall
from cloudy heads
into the chaos of our world
hoping to start fires
and burn an oasis
only to be poisoned
by the frosty bite
of reality
Fin: #Inktober Day 31
A frail ghost yawns
in the dusty shade of a shadow
as a curtain of cub webs is drawn.
Armies of light
slow match to the hallow ticks
of ever dying time
ferrying the gift of life
to a decaying vessel.
Life wrestles death
as the day wrestles the night
at sunrise,
birthing a swirl of gold dust
that put a smile in the sky.
—
Thank you so much for following the series. I put the last few prompts together to produce this piece. As I said in the beginning, all the poems were produced as first drafts, written at once with no editing. I’ll take them down soon. – Hakeem Adam.
Squeak: #Inktober Day 26
Where did your voice go
when pain invaded my heart
and set fire to the vines
that bridge my mind.
Where did your voice go
in the storm of hurt
that washed away my memories
of joy.
But I hear you groan
as I teach my lips to be free
and smile.
When you were the ball of dirty
trapped in my throat.
Ship: #Inktober Day 25
The amputated arm
of the Sailing Lady
greets the silent beach
with a stale handshake.
The reply is muted
but the weighted groans
of the bodies she never returned.
They lay with her head
in vast darkness
charting the stars
for a route back home.
Blind: #Inktober Day 24
Raindrop clear eyes
see the world through
a thick nest
of cloudy mirrors
each reflecting a tinted view
of the same vista.
Juicy: #Inktober Day 23
Chiseling a smile
from the lump of coal
I have become
is like
squeezing life
out of a bag of bones.
Trail: #Inktober Day 22
Trust your blind heart
to guide your tired feet
with each heavy beat
like the drum directs hips
towards bliss
You will melt into rhythm
when you learn
to deflate your chest
so the pain you carry
falls to the ground.
The Lost Scrolls 