A poem on roads not taken
Author: Issa Dioume
I am an aspiring-novelist constantly aiming to perfect his craft. I hope you will find that I have much to say when much must be said and little to be said when little needs to be said.
The editor
Yes. I will work where art dies. Where words go lose value and are cloned. I will be an editor and write when the day's through. Yes, and I shall have a relationship and do my papers and care for others and have friends, and I still will have time for myself. To write, but … Continue reading The editor
Poets to the world
All poets are equal in their quest,Armed with pen, paper, and ink,Fueled, sometimes, with wine and whiskey,They bring to life minds, places, scenes,By drawing black lines on white and praying,That they've made writing to trenscend words,That moves the hearts of fellow beings,That rouses interest, rouses rage,That rouses change, rouses love, empathy,That can make the world … Continue reading Poets to the world
Sleep
I'm sorry. But I am sad and I must speak.Everyday, the same story it repeatsThe freedom to be oneself,To express onself as one wishes,To love onself in a world that doesn't love you back,All those things I must fight for everyday.I smile. But I am sad.This isn't natural, this isn't right.Why should I be fighting … Continue reading Sleep
Absence
Poem on the Mind. Begins with 'You are not present in your mind...'
What then?
Will I go to the stars?Or hang from the moon's crescent side?Will I dance in darkness?Or sing the secret song of the universe?Will my energy roam and return to those so dear to me?Or will I disapear, vanish into nothingness?I cannot wait to find out, the ultimate answer,On the other side of life
so misunderstood
My heart dropped like rain when I saw her,I bled all over the streets,I was sprawled on the ground and she passed me,So I looked up , said, 'Hey, can you call me a doctor?'So she looked down , said, 'Hey, I've heard that one before.'So I smiled and said no and that it was … Continue reading so misunderstood
The Emperor of Rats
Poem on never-ending desires
Once
Once upon a time, the earth sneezed and humans slobering over its surface got bullied into a masked vacation. This offered them time to rekindle their relationship with nature, to rethink it. But sadly this is once upon a time and thus just a fairy tale. At least they got to enjoy the view, before … Continue reading Once
Short Test
.As the veils of darkness fell, John ran. Past the houses covered in snow, he ran. Past the old station, a childhood playground. Over the hedges of Mr Darny. Into the closet, John ran. He was tired, drained. His body heaved with fatigue. His only thought: What now? Time seemed to have forgotten him in … Continue reading Short Test
Issa A. Dioume 