Suz is disturbingly beautiful,
in a horrifying way with
dark bruised circles under her eyes; haunted.
thick layers, buried beneath the
surface of long lashes that paint her
innocently dangerous with
pupils so big she is a
doll.
She is snow white pale she is
skin and bones she is
a fantasy inside a nightmare and I can only hope to dream of her she has
scars like maps into her soul she is
gone.
She is the last few lines of a poem gone wrong.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 5:45 PM UTC
could be the
moonshine or the sunrise
and if you can't sleep
that magnet in your mind might be why
so close your eyes and taste the clouds
and don't you ever, ever wake up.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC
I want to lay in the rain,
Outside, in a field or forest
I want my back touching earth and I want to
make love like nature breeds life and
feel creation inside
myself.
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC
I've always had a thing for
railroad tracks,
always fantasized standing on them
and watching the train come
with my arms
spread open
wide.
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 10:16 AM UTC