Darkness peacefully speckled with celestial bodies.
The great Obsidian leaked a violet flare.
Violet melted into a baby blue and on it floated a salmon lid.
Streaks of gold gracefully pierced the abyss Coating the nimbus in a honey.
The sky brewed into a ginger before the horizon set fire.
Its light spread at full length across the land as it rose into the sky.
Starting the day.
~p.w
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 9:33 AM UTC
Beyond the realm of everyday
In mankind’s attempt
to portray the mystical and metaphysical
Sounds are bent
The Shepard’s tone is heard
But a human presence is felt
For in each note you hear a breath
An exhale from within
that make the soul melt
sounds made with air
a human quality
For it needs to breathe like you and me
Bringing the feeling of Religiosity
Stone walls and Choirs
Stained glass and pews
Added with The *****
Sets a polyphony muse
~ p.w
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 11:24 AM UTC
They say when a swimmer dies
the heavens cry out the vast waters they swam in
Giving each raindrop a unique taste.
I’m glad the ocean was your favorite
Because as I sit here in the rain
I can lie to myself and say my tears are your oceans waves
~p.w
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 5:23 AM UTC
S H A D O W C U L T U R E
Time eroded your voice from my ears
The voice I'd hoped to hear for many more years..
Darkness's veil clouded me from your gaze
In confusion I stood for days.
My mind trapped in a conscious maze..
The lingering melancholy of what was once joy is no more
It left me in the month of four.
My Parabatai
Gone...
A long battle fought but the enemy
Won...
Do not let me suffer my fathers fate
For I want to be an old man at heavens gate.
I fear my prayers may be to late
So in the shadows I shall wait.
~ p.w
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 5:58 PM UTC
We gifted each other dead roses..
Light hearted kisses turned into a thirst for one another..
the type of love meant for a lover.
And in sinful desires and lust we were drenched..
The type of love that struggles to be quenched.
Her nails carved crimson chasms across my spine..
a clear visage of Red Rose vine.
Her Scarlet lips drew blood to my collar..
she was gifted with the ways of a master but was merely the scholar.
I gifted her with a lilac necklace while she gave me a rose-petal tie..
I closed my eyes blinded by an all time high.
The petals bloomed with personae on my neck..
She imprinted every move on my body until check.
We lay in the sheets like two roses wrapped in a bouquet.
Twisted as one I knew that we'd be okay.
We hid our thorns in the beauty of the moon light..
Our love slowly softened nearing midnight.
We lay there together entwined with one another..
In this life I knew we were destined for each other.
~p.w
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 12:39 AM UTC
Have you ever experienced the touch of death ?
I have..
Ive felt her thieving hands run through my hair.
Ive felt her abandoned palms hold my skin.
Had her frostbite fingers trace the paths of a thousand winters across my face.
I watched as she stole everything from me.
Helplessly watching as it all disappeared.
I hid my tears amongst the April showers
Watering the flowers for the funeral in May.
The numbness of her artic touch has made my life eternally blue.
But we continue to smile because that's what life expects us to do.
~p.w
May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 3:50 AM UTC
Clothes on the floor, Her hands on my skin
She intwined her fingers with the knots in my back
As the deep heat seeped into my skin
There was a sudden burn comforted by soft lips
The more I felt her lips the more it burnt
Her kisses burnt when our lips were one
But I continued to kiss her because I knew I wasn't done.
~p.w
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 4:11 PM UTC
Heavy waters mixed with dark blue skies
I can't help thinking about her ocean eyes
Deeper than the Atlantic stretching far beyond ones soul
Stare into her eyes and she'll take you for a stroll
The spots of green breathed life so I took her by the hands
She showed me all the waters now I'd show her all the lands.
~p.w
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 1:46 AM UTC
The heat between us radiated like a boiling kettle
Skin touching skin like water in the cup
Our bodies stirred together and her eyes sparkled like white sugar
The milky moon poured it's light across her skin as the night brewed away
Her lips tasted of a strong fresh coffee
The kiss was hot but I wanted more.
~p.w
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 2:27 PM UTC
I want to feel loved but I don't want a snake..
I want to give my love and not have to break..
Why do I feel all the women I know are fake..
Why..
Because love itself is like an ocean and I'm drowning in a dried up lake.
~p.w
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 3:46 AM UTC