Instead of spitting

Your uneducated venom,

Open your mind

And absorb the facts.

Use your eyes to focus

On what lies beneath.

Shield your soul,

From the toxic waste

Spilling from their every pore.

Be wise,

Be strong, 


Be in control of you.

© Ro


The True Colour of Darkness

What do you do when all is lost?

The swirling vortex,

A blur in the mind.

Flashing images,

Random words.

Memories repeating,

Consequences catastrophic.

When will it all end?

Wanting a break,

Freedom from the mind,

A sharp gash.

Untied from the chains,

From the excessive emotions.

The faking can commence,

Fooling everyone.

Happy animated expression,

With the true colour of darkness,

Burning inside,

Waiting to escape.

© Ro

Webs Woven

Whispering splintered tongue,

Shattering silence and peace.

Water flows to the rim,

Strength and force holds its place.

Another bittered whisper

And the water overflows,

Down the newly formed stream.

Free to fall,

To land with grace.

Free to leave a mark

And it’s presence known. 

Free to be

And not changed,

Molded into something new,

Something useful,


Anything but the starting piece.

Laid to rest where it wishes

And nothing said,

No moving spies.

Webs woven,

They never end.

What was the beginning?

What will be the end?

© Ro

Language Unknown 

Drifting through the waves,

The sky moving above me,

Trees whispering to one another.

I rock gently as I arrive ashore,

Dry mouthed,

Blistered lips,

Cracked skin.

I fade to white,

Soothed by the water.

My ears prick up,

My flesh is covered in clouds,

Floating towards the warmth.

Gravity lays me down.

Heavy pile of rocks,

My body solidifies.

Wetness around my mouth,

My tounge soaks it up.

Language unknown comforts my soul.

Peace descends upon me and again,

I am drifting through the waves.

© Ro