WHY CAN’T I STAY DRY? BY HAL H.
I ask my power on high.Why can’t I stay dry? No rainbows in my sky.Why…
I ask my power on high.Why can’t I stay dry? No rainbows in my sky.Why can’t I stay dry? I don’t want to go high.Why can’t I stay dry? No matter how hard I try.Why can’t I stay dry? I just want to die.Why can’t I stay dry? Please NoteThis piece expresses inner conflict, not…
When the night leans heavy
and your voice thins to a whisper,
I feel the world test its weight on us—
There is something timeless about poems that touch the heart. They don’t need grand words or complex structures
Baba speaks “A-ME-RI-CA” in clumsy cadence
Mama prods pack up as plane lurches to land
Life often speaks in whispers rather than long speeches. In moments of pause-
between responsibilities, emotions, and decisions-
When I fall into your eyes, the world grows gentle, slow,
Like a hush upon the ocean when the evening breezes blow;
You’re the moon – calm, perfect, admired by all,
Everywhere you go, eyes follow your call.
They start early and end late
Young but old before their fate
Life cycle of Indian has started from this soil,
She cradled our first breath in her gentle embrace,