I feel like drawing.
Myself,
into nothingness.
Wherever that is.
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 11:28 AM UTC
Little girl lost,
found her way Home.
Hello, Poetry.
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 11:00 AM UTC
In fairytales and fantasies,
My parents would always say,
That a Magician so talented,
Would someday find his way.
And what way should he seek?
In fields of dust and harrowed meek,
And in his path he should depart,
Into my beating heart.
But he is a Magician after all,
A bewitcher, a deceiver, a devil at the ball.
Who tricked and hoaxed me,
By the time of nightfall.
So curse you Magician,
And the lies you have said,
After all your trickery,
Was that you never cared.
J.F.B
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 10:53 AM UTC
the old priest shuffles
slowly
between
pages of crusty memoirs
in the silence of the temple
he has forgotten how to speak
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 5:50 AM UTC
breaking Me
is Patience-
bounding across
white peaks of snow
to Nirvana
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 1:01 PM UTC
floating away-
flotsam and debris
of what could have been
if you had been mine,
Water Lily
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC
I want to scoop up and hug
all sad and broken souls
hold them, wiping tears
together, floating away
kindred spirits
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC
Poetry
was a solace
when I was
broken
lifeless
will it be again
now,
bloodless
will it chase away
the fog of depression?
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 6:21 AM UTC
something with claws
slowly crept up on her
as she walked home
head buried in Blissful Oblivion
she felt not the deep incisions
the creature made on her dainty soul
she felt not the yawning crevices
sunk into her pure heart
by the creature with claws
she knew it not, until she faltered
in Dark Abandon.
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC