Kill me not with soft words from such lips. Having my soul engulfed by invigorating touch that reaches the long, forgotten, beating heart. Keep me buried if I am but a passing wind in a season of one’s choosing. I have yielded to such a cause that men seem to fall victim to. Why has
Tag: poetry
Bury me in a world of empty silence and it shall echo a resounding peace. Never wavering joy of unmatched darkness. Pulling depth to see an endless abyss caught by our gaze. Such space and time in infinite hold. The ever awaiting welcome, o death
I’ve wanted to touch the ocean of stars. My dream was made a reality when I looked into your eyes. Light flickering upon the gems in reflection as you hold my gaze. Take me through space and time to worlds never seen or imagined. Year’s stretched as we explore the endless orbit of love. Race
Mountains rage through clouded storms. Forming deep in rivers ever flowing. Growing to find touches of illuminating strength. Tides of ever-changing embrace. Rising to meet new creation.
Spending hours passing times endless counts drawn in by anxious minds racing to meet the end. Breathe. Catch the warm air filling lungs as it hooks you to life’s intoxication where we begin to rise by day and rest in nights embrace. Breathe. Let the emotions of thoughts touch you as the wind brushing against
Let us meet in fantasy. Though tales spun of epics brought to reality. Focus sought in realms where illustrations come to life. Marked in intricate lines or measured by coursing time. Arrays of colors shown by vivid light. Carry my story across the spoils of war as treasure. Eternal universe met with a limited life,
I’m a glitch in the system. Lo-fi vibes with art emanating from poetic diction. Poetry in motion with flowing emotions. Creating and bringing unparalleled vision, unseen, blurred in focus. Allowing gravity to fall as I rest amongst stars, a quasar. A quarter to find the existence of life beyond mars. Wars faced, changing in the
Find me in lone nights reciting sweet rhymes. Open heart in open mics. Catching tunes and views. chilling, maxing, relaxing all cool. Fresh sounds, jazzy beats, underground blues reaching pinnacles. Classical, spiritual vibes to invigorate my mental. Love lights in signs with time. Lines flowing in symmetry to intricate lives. Complexities treasured, measured beyond pictures.
Vibes. Night Rides described by the light amongst the skies. Eyes closed as if blind to side with time passing by. Dreams. Lucidly seeping to reams. Bleeding on screens. Escape. Facing mistakes contemplated on stage. Unlaced to strip tapes placed. Freed. Degrees decreed to feed seas need. Oceans deep intertwined and described by filigree. Living.
They say life’s a beach. Puns not intended, though we remain unsure of our chores so we wait shored. Waiting til coasts are clear passing life bored. Though we seek adventures, wishing to pass horizons. Setting up our sons or daughters to continue rising. Letting it come in waves, life’s flow. Going against tides as
