Swift tales spun to see behind broken dreams. Promises of what once was. Empty lines through skies stretched by infinite time. Or so was said til space showed its face. Phased history now carried through the sands of time. Deserted oceans tearing a broken ship. Eternity held by stars till death finds its orbit. Dragging
Tag: poetry
The water bounces off my skin. I look on as each drop hits and spreads apart. I see people running away and screaming because of the downpour. I don’t mind the water. I look on and wonder what exactly is going on around me. I feel a sense of longing I haven’t felt for some
Vivid blood seeping, keeping one from weeping. Pumping through lines uneven in roads of uncertainty. Fallen graces met by pale faces. Caught in a universe of tomorrows. Yesterday was said to come but was forgotten. The present fleeting and though broken tears bear heart, it was a call for love. Attentions met like a ghost,
I refuse to apologize for my state. Consuming tides seen blistering in storms, heated from shores to shores. Wait. Step back. Let me reiterate, illustrate. Not to confuse you with land but a man. Where sands of time flow through the cracks of his mind. I’m not the Florida man. But though I see the
Hold the card in play and know it is more than a game. Heart tamed from desire but finding home within a star. Watch my hands point towards you. Vivid petals parted to find your scent invigorating. Textures drawn and felt by such illustrations. I hold you close as you are. Queen of my heart.
How much time are you actually spending doing what you love? I’ve come to one of those moments as a writer and blogger where I look back and see all that I have done. I remember when I initially started this blog and this has been quite a ride. Now reaching my 3 year mark
Simmering fire slowly consuming my being. Seeing with a wild heart engulfed by love. Take my hand and find warmth. Forgive me oh traveling soul, for times and actions when I was not home. For a home to me is you, being by your side. Years in search, feeling alone, finding myself whole. Learning to
I look upon my reflection and see myself staring back to me. A common theme as the dreams turn to reality. Unseen notions once held with brisk tales shared to others. One could say that I never properly knew myself. 28. The number seems to slip out of my mouth and just linger on my
Ever flowing surge of endless possibilities. Such erratic, puzzling emotions mixing reason. That is not butterflies you are feeling. Step back and see that is my heart, beating. A warm sense of life keeping from fleeting memories. Made anew and with your own to such exchange. Mutual embrace residing with vivid display in space of
What do I love about you or how do i know I’m in love? Is it obvious? The way I see you? When you smile, the way you slightly tilt your head? When we sit and you find ways to touch me or get close? Is it When you laugh and find something extremely funny,
