Your circumstances were never up for
Auction to all these tattletale devils.
Jun 11, 2021
Jun 11, 2021 at 8:32 PM UTC
No devil may care for me tonight'
roaming, hunting a soul.
It is only a tinge of light
illuminating these corridors;
filled room to room with confessions,
murmurs adorn each one of their frames.
Jun 1, 2021
Jun 1, 2021 at 4:14 PM UTC
If only in my greatest tests
I can remain just like you..
To remain a confidence,
For all who are shun
To be our gratitude
In our adversity..
To be bright eyed
When clouds reach the forefront.
and to love, a love
Which paths knows no fork in the roads;
Seemingly your most simplest attributes
Yet your greatest knowledge.
Your absence instilled a winter
For which there’s no seasons;
Yet your warmth rivals it’s very summer....
Dec 8, 2020
Dec 8, 2020 at 4:52 PM UTC
Peculiar how my footsteps;
Can maintain weight.
For all my bones have wept themselves
To pure sulfur.
Dec 4, 2020
Dec 4, 2020 at 6:23 AM UTC
Usually a joyous occasion;
Colorful bundles of balloons,
Above those ambiguous cornerstones
Of my very home;
Yet betray a monochrome atmosphere,
Among each and every exchanged greeting.
Garlands of an afternoon delight
attempt to mask;
Monotone chatter among these walls.
Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 8:58 PM UTC
It’s a silly little girl
Folding her little paper boat
To life;
Sailing without a map to her helm.
Silly little dreamer that one.
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 5:33 AM UTC
Your solitude;
Is about the
only souvenir
I can claim,
From our one way voyage.
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 4:45 AM UTC
It’s an absence
Of our entire essence;
Lost I have been among these woods;
My bare feet drum a path of your presence;
Leaves sitting among the branches
Their colorful array of moods.
Murmur a wind from a depth
I’ve once glimpsed behind these trees
For a buried world’s shoulders
Awaken an embrace for my soul;
It’s always been here, hasn’t it?
Always sneeking behind,
Waiting for the day,
I dare.. to turn around.
For in the end, there’s rebirth.
Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 2:36 AM UTC
Time isn’t anybody’s friend,
How I wish I knew this, before then.
Seasons rush past my fingertips,
I swear to caress each minute;
Can kiss those leaves goodbye,
Tho It never quite feels like it’s the end.
A never ending carousel spinning,
Turning each and every page;
Faces mold into a montage of past adventures;
Swear chapters flown by,
Yet I haven’t seen a glimpse of winters fall.
Oh, Radiant sunshine
Guide me threw your
Different shades of passages,
Keyless, and directionless I dare;
Shivers hide behind my spine,
Cautionary light footprints whisper feathers
To an age old harden curiosity.
Time is simply a storyteller of great many tales.
How I wish I knew this, before then.
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 6:13 PM UTC
I can’t seem to relieve the blues
So stuck upon the edges of my eyes;
Perfume flowers is all you left on my hand,
Their fragrance of Innocence
Is fainter and fainter,
Yet the skies can’t even seem
To bacon back these blues of mine,
It’s a sadness who chooses
To have it’s riverbank
Upon my eyes.
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 12:32 AM UTC