her sparkling eyes in the coal hours
*challenge the diamonds scattered
on velvet high above*
*you find her crimson petal lips
in the lines of the constellation*
a falling star required for one kiss
now make your wish
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC
Writing is like talking to a beautiful woman. Pelt her with shoddy words and badly composed sentences and she slaps you and walks away. Splash her full of ink and you only get a cheap **** with ripped stockings and too many scratched out tattoo's.
But,
Caress her with your pen, stroke her with loving splendor, decorate her with words and sentences like sparkling diamonds and you have her attention. Use old pick up lines and you entertain her, for a while. Be yourself and speak from the soul and you entertain her for a life time.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 7:02 PM UTC
heavy dark curtains
tired swollen eyelids
hideout under duvet
sound of passing car
-
craving the dulling freedom
in the blurry paradise of nights
begging; let me in
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
bright green eyes open.
ice in my veins as I hear the sound
green eyes flicker to him
for a moment of a heart beat frozen in time
release of breath
running in the hall to reach the future
running in the hall to save a lost soul
running in the hall to see him praying
on his knees, alone, confused, lost
green eyes flicker
green eyes flicker to red blood on white collar
green eyes flicker
green eyes flicker to words leaving trembling lips
green eyes flicker,
green eyes flicker to tears of the future,
carefully formed by the present
the memories tear my soul apart,
the blue flickering lights
the neon orange jackets, stern voices
the black denial that hurts,
hurts.
green eyes flicker
blue lights flicker
so ******* alone in the hall,
footsteps, merely echo of the past
green eyes flicker, tears forcefully fall
green eyes flicker, whom should I call
green eyes flicker, sliding down the wall
dark green eyes close.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC