Myself, me the only survivor of my past a solitary black orb black yet colorless spreading my bloody wings scarred and bruised as they are then drawing them back retracing my steps like a bad salsa dance repeated a roseo f black petals blooming to let the corrosive rain drip in an explosive volcanic rock… Continue reading Past Present and Future
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Throne
Darkness Your eyes conform to its surroundings searching for some similarity stored in memory A wave of indifference fills your soul You wake up wondering why you’re still breathing All you’ve worked for…gone All you’ve loved…died Yet you’re still here…some how Unaware of your fate, you reclaim your place on which you lay, feeling and… Continue reading Throne
Letting go
Sitting alone trying to figure out this place My memeory struggles to remember your face The images on the T.V begin to blur I dont want to think but I know you with her The world seems so dark when you’re not around The beat of my lonely heart is the only sound It stumbles… Continue reading Letting go
Rose Petals on Still Water
I hold a rose up to my chest and think of the man who gave it to me out of his love, then i go towards the lake and carefully pick each rose petal of of its thorny stem, and gently set it in the water, after all the petals are off the stem, making… Continue reading Rose Petals on Still Water
VALANCE
VALANCE I bring the fever of a thousand bees Pollination of a high intensity Lost stories behind canine teeth Another mirage of my relief Patterns of surgery inept to release The energy; I bleed I hear the winds voice beneath the shadows of choice Aromas of eternity And I hold the tendency!
lost on love’s icy poem
Roses are Red, Violets are Black, Please tell Me, When you are coming Back.
I am young?
I stare at myself in a broken mirror. Lines crawl down my face, Valleys for the tears. Once again salty tears fall on my cracked lips.
Roses
Roses, beautiful, deadly roses. They do not look as though they could harm, but they do. Grip it the wrong way and jirk back in suprise as thin streams of blood trickle down your arm. I stare at the rose that resembles the shade of my blood so perfictaly, so beautifully against it’s petals.
Nirejek
Standing at the stone cold hallway looking at the unfamiliar people passing by My attention was focused on you… scrutinizing Your gait like top models do
Threshold
There is a place where nothing means anything, anymore.