The eyes that burn with passion and the flames of comets
Watched as the death of a star gave birth to a wish
She was in solitude, a grain of sand in the expanse of the universe
Wishing for warm company that she'll never find on the icy planet
✨ 🌠 ✨ 🌠 ✨
Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 2:21 PM UTC
My little smartphone became my own small personal galaxy
It witnessed big bangs and supernovas of multiple relationships
It was the dawn and also twilight of my poetic creations
Is it a coincidence that its cover is a map of unkown constellations?
📱🌌 📱🌌📱🌌
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 1:13 PM UTC
I miss the way I used to find diamonds in the night sky
The simplicity of finding an escape into a parallel universe
Where even the atoms contained an element of poetry
I'd go back there if it wasn't for the fault in my stars
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 4:38 PM UTC
I'm taking a break from poetry
Thank you for everything
💔 💔 💔 💔 💔
Nov 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020 at 4:39 PM UTC
A starlit passage peregrinates the shattered souls in the night
To a destination where pen craft can be mastered with finesse
Poetry, the liberation of expression, a treasured human right
If only the pluperfect words would find their way to the poetess
🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 4:16 PM UTC
Daydreaming at night is a paradox of a strange usualness
My antemeridian thoughts left me in a state of pure dire
Yet the patronage of the serene cloudy sky removed all desire
To surrender forever, instead I'll ascertain to progress
💙⛅💙⛅💙⛅💙⛅💙⛅
Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 6:23 PM UTC
Once upon a time all my stars have aligned
But now I'm only feeling confined
There's nothing I can write
A total eclipse of the mind
Once upon a time the stars used to remind
But now there's no more words I can find
Nothing I can write
A total eclipse of the mind
🌘 🌘 🌘 🌘 🌘
Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 3:30 PM UTC
The simplicity of its complexity is the divine uniqueness of writer's block
The mind is a locale where inspiration and luxuriant words seldom interlock
Wandering along a forlorn, tenebrous path with no end objective like a sleepwalk
Perhaps it's an alternative door into the sanguine future that I seek to unlock?
🔮 🔮 🔮 🔮 🔮
Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 1:13 PM UTC
A scopiferous brush defining an aquarelle vanilla sky
Coating the canvas in lilac candy - floss clouds floating by
Painting the heavens with stardust and every pigment of the universe
Depicting celestial fluffery with deeper words than any poetic verse
🌌 🌌 🌌 🌌 🌌
Nov 11, 2020
Nov 11, 2020 at 4:12 PM UTC
Equivalent to a million crystals the lightning glistens
The unsung poet writes quatrains for not a soul listens
A storm alfresco equibalanced the musing of the writer
Inside the poet's mind there isn't a single parameter
⚡🌩️⚡🌩️⚡🌩️⚡🌩️⚡
Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 4:20 PM UTC