Perhaps, in waking dreams, in beautiful nightmares, in each dusk and dawn, a piece of you, I still hold on to. * Perhaps, on the first of October, wailing winds, shivering cold, I already whispered how much I do. * Perhaps, whilst rope tautens, words scar as knives do, I grasped tighter, bled it all… Continue reading PERHAPS
Eyes wide shut yet I see – landscape of your physique, luscious crevices of thy lips; heightened senses, still perceives – lingering tender lit’le kisses, stirring scent surrounding thee, racing heartbeat, muffled screams; such sweet mem’ry envelops me – our lost love, forever haunting still. #introtopoetry
Fly, little blue balloon, fly. Take me with you; away from the city; a pause from this life. Soar high. * Fly, little red balloon, fly. Let broken dreams, all painful sorrows, and broken promises fuel your flight. * Fly, little yellow balloon, fly. Unwritten verse and proses, each word left unsaid. Carry these with… Continue reading Let Them Fly
In a parallel universe, colliding you and I – freezing, stopping clocks; In a parallel universe, my grasp matches yours, steadfastly strong; In a parallel universe, your voice wanes not, sorrow has no place; In a parallel universe, for you and I alone, planets, stars align; In a parallel universe, we would be what is… Continue reading Parallel Universe
Dripping ink on parchment, the quill – the only thing I have left; Family in brisk danger, beloved betrothed to another; A piece of paper – it all started, tempted to rip it, tattered. Though each breath numbered, Blossoming freedom is all that matter. * Lines of verticals, all I see, Each wall domineering o’er… Continue reading How Free?
In the midst of the night,
as deep as the raging sea,
as loud as the howling wind,
as high as the floe in sight;
Skulls and roses, the heart and the mind, Thoughts and emotions, butterflies and bones; each are alike, yet each seems to oppose. * Through rise and fall, of celestial orbs; Through ticking and tocking of mechanical clocks; Through doubts and indecision, suddenly, a magical moment found. * Years passed, caged in an enchanted sleep; Yet… Continue reading Words Enchanting
The blinking cursor – Inviting, taunting. Words that beg to escape – A restless heart cries and pleads. The blinking cursor – Inviting, taunting. Confused, jaded – a beautiful mind tired, and spent. The blinking cursor – Freeing, releasing. Feelings and thoughts – Wed into cantos and verses. The blinking cursor – Freeing, releasing. Solace… Continue reading When the cursor blinks,
All these, I will not do, for you.
In living, I am present; In love, yes I still am; Never in just a soul existing. On an empty canvas, I bury myself, with vibrant colors of pens and paint. Forever in the middle of novels. Always lending ears to vinyls. I am found in a pitless void, climbing to the surface, with nothing… Continue reading The riddler meets a poet.