Inda : Writing

Homer's Headed Home

Homer's Headed Home

A Poem by Inda


Dirt carried by the wind, Along with the well wishes you sent. The birds struggle flying through, Swear they're headed towards you. Daydream..
Her eyes aren't green

Her eyes aren't green

A Poem by Inda


I got lost in her eyes, I felt guilty -guilt prevented further exploration and left me wanting.
Cycle of Doubt

Cycle of Doubt

A Poem by Inda


The pen stares back, I try try to relax, Unwind, crack my knuckles. The mad man inside my head chuckles and so it begins. The paper grins, The..
Lonely by Choice

Lonely by Choice

A Poem by Inda


Sitting in corner, A writer, a poet, a bit of a loner. Writing what he writes, talking about what he loves, lips that cause pain, mistakes he'll..
A Speck of Sand

A Speck of Sand

A Poem by Inda


I'm sitting in the sand, seeing how the waves search for land. The beach has been cleared, a storm is near And there's a high tide, cowards ran..
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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
Summer in Miami

Summer in Miami

A Poem by Inda


Forecast calls for 90% humidity. South Beach is occupied by sweaty tourist and obnoxious high schoolers. There's salt in the air, sand in my..
The Importance of Structure

The Importance of Structure

A Poem by Inda


My old Higschool english teacher.
Crease Filled Letter

Crease Filled Letter

A Poem by Inda


Inside an old CD case, There's a letter you keep. Folded, riddled with crease upon crease. Commited to paper, those feelings you hid. ..
Influenced by Rain

Influenced by Rain

A Poem by Inda


Smiles must be earned, That's what I've learned. Kind words are rare these days And love seldom stays. Still, rain inspires, My mind conspires ..
Word Spill

Word Spill

A Poem by Inda


Sometimes I use words to fill The page, posing as prose, Yet lacking purpose, Like an ink spill. Sometimes I speak of nothing, Still you questio..