In the meantime, I am happy to announce that my poem, "The Journey", was featured along with 9 other amazing works in the group Literature Domain [link]. It is truly an honor.
Hope is GoneMy world crumbles down.Hope is Gone by ~Manigran
As I gaze out the window,
All hope vanishes.
Tears dissolve vision
As Lament envelops me
In his icy hands.
Color turns to grey
As redness creeps over me.
I'm lost forever.
The Bully's VictimChoking on fear to go outside my home,The Bully's Victim by ~Manigran
Dim to anyone outside the mob
Who doesn't utter a word of hate.
I am stumbling, blinded by tears,
Drowning in my hatred
Of the vile, untrue comments splitting my heart.
Voices are yelling, cursing me
As incurable sores break apart my spirit.
Where is my inner voice? It is asleep
As pain from the punches at my face burn like fire.
I limp away from the crowd, bent over
As I cough up blood.
I am drunk with weakness and disbelief.
The Remnant ShellTurquoise and green with a tinge of brownThe Remnant Shell by ~Manigran
Beneath subtle, sculpted ripples
Like plants laying to rest on the sand,
Swaying passively as I run my fingers through the water,
Carving little blue waves over them.
Colours and ripples shaped into a gentle swirl,
A remnant of a past life.
Love and a Latte.When you work at a café, you meet a lot of people every day. Those who are busy, those who take it slow, those who just come for lunch, and those who takes everything to go. You learn to recognize them, and put faces, and sometimes names, with the orders. A black coffee for the man with the blue tie, a tea with four sugars for the tired mother with her two kids hanging on her coat, A tuna sandwich and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice for the student who's always reading, and cappuccino for the men in suits with their leather briefcases and fancy Italian shoes. Maria from the corner store always orders a pastrami sandwich for lunch, aLove and a Latte. by *Ridderkvinden