I want to love
to be loved
to be held until I am warm again.
Will you
hold me?
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 5:00 PM UTC
I shall pass, in time
amongst the edges of a lover’s sigh,
Yet my atoms shall live in
human touch, dashing against
lips and hands and thighs,
slumberous eyes.
Gentle affections of my bodies edges,
shall sway within tides of light.
Among the nigh’
and her fragrant roses hue
shall soften with time
Within slender silver rapture,
To drift ‘side heavenly bodies,
Hundred petalled suns will
blossom under the darkening eventide,
and tremulous, I will follow.
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 11:52 AM UTC
Blank canvas. Such potential,
so much pressure to perfect.
I painted my first brush stroke
which was followed by regret.
I tried to wipe the canvas clean,
but the paint had sunken in.
Now my canvas is no longer blank
It is stained and it's tainted.
I tried to save the painting
what a mess I did create,
but no brush stroke, ink or pigment
could cover up the pain-
t.
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 1:47 PM UTC