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
Tag: poetry
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,
Sleeping but never finding rest. Dreaming but always having nightmares. Always thinking up storms hearing the calls home. Blissful serenity of chaotic undertakings. The empty emotions reaching out entangled, trying to feel the beating touch. Echoes of yesterday lingering in the future. Uncertainties radiant display holding one in mystery. The flow of time beneath, splashing
Can I have a penny for your thoughts to help me change mine? Mind racing every quarter of the time with you. A true sense of sensitive sentences sentenced and collected in cents. Hence I refrain to doll her up when she is her own, royalty, a queen. Dream made as the scenery of green
Bury me in your embrace. Warmed with tunes that create perfect melodies of love when you whisper to me. Sweet aroma, when space is no longer needed. Blissful tales created by such memories. Spread your wings as I come within to share the flowing time paused. Allow me to trace the textures of art, formed
Don’t believe in love at first sight or far stretched out fairytales of love anymore. Vision obscured by limits or desires invested to blur perceptions of what’s true. Fantasies enticing men and women to dream dreams with no vivid reality to hold. Sweeping blissful ecstasy enveloping senses to derail the judgment bestowed. The death of
Vivid dreams, covered by nightmares. Prison of one’s mind, wrapping thoughts of uncertainty. Masking emotions with perplexing chemicals, leaving the shaky ground. Unstable life, uncovered, revealing realities hold. The time met with a frozen, wandering mind. What can be said or thought of in these moments? What can be done to truly escape? Awareness to
Tales spun. Swiveling in minds of imaginary perceptions. Entangling senses with vivid imagery. Mysteries shifting through the corner of eyes. Passed down through the ages. Find the stories in the shadows.
I am the burning flame that awaits the light to be extinguished, awaiting the endless darkness. A light once found, only to be warmed by my existence. Consumed by my presence. Find me with open arms for I welcome the eternal night, shaped til I burn again.
Radiating echo, vibrating through the sweet aroma of life exhaled. Catching rough, sour thoughts blurred into repugnant memories as breaths inhale. Senses sensed through sensual sessions, scents of cents to remember the change. Wily tales spun but found at a lost state in pieces of mind. Pictured procedures producing parallel paradoxes past present preceding, postponed
