Who is she?
I wonder at night,
made up of darkness and light.
A secret to hide and a purpose to fight
for.
Who is she?
A siren or queen;
crow or a magpie?
A raging, yet serene
ocean?
Who is she?
I asked once before,
and though my question she chose to ignore
a defense arose I had never seen before.
I guess I learned something.
Who is she?
The girl who likes to kiss -
never to touch.
To both love so little,
and love so much.
Who is she?
My soul seems to ask,
a riddle not written -
never quite sure if the answer is
face or mask.
Who is she?
I guess I'll never know
One thing's for certain -
she comes and she goes.
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 12:12 AM UTC
*What words were spoken
when we lost _ and _?
My head and heart were broken,
and now _ am m_ss_ng yo_.*
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 10:57 PM UTC
underestimate
the power of a woman
and she'll destroy you
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 3:28 PM UTC
Listen to the rain pour.
I mean- listen to the world's roar.
The wind; brash and arrogant.
Unseen forces leave strong trees bent.
*Lightening cracks open a blackened sky,
rolling thunder follows to say goodbye.*
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 2:42 PM UTC
If I were a tree
then a poem, to me
would flow just like
my xylem and phloem
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 2:39 PM UTC
I wonder if you look at the moon too,
I wonder if you ever do it when I do,
I wonder the last time I played in the rain,
I wonder, when was the last time you did the same?
I wonder if you wonder as much as I do,
and I wonder if you wonder what I wonder too.
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 2:36 PM UTC
After awhile
things kick in
and it becomes pretty clear
its more fun to indulge in sin.
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 2:05 PM UTC
I don't have money to spend
- but then again, I do.
*The credit people are wicked
and I am a fool.*
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 2:02 PM UTC
Idiosyncratic
she was so
Idiosyncratic
so idiosyncratic
*she couldn't help but realize
how idiosyncratic
everyone around her was*
a bored misanthrope who couldn't stop thinking
the girl made from manic pixie dream dust
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 1:57 PM UTC
Who is this man? With hurt in his hands
Fallen on one knee; a vassal of Your command
“I’ve searched O’ Heart of Hearts! Yet still I found no Lord”
On a silent night
I shout in nullity
Perched fore Heav’nly Body
That makes me feel adored
In quiet genuflection
Near a Sea of Stars
I hear the waves thrashing
I listen to the Universe roar
Granted what light th’ occupied Galaxies could afford
Hark! I do declare, Serene Silence said,
“A faithful servant of Tranquility lives by his own accord”
With a new boldness and candor repose
I watched mediocrity shrink
and my love for life grow
I have heard a new Lord
The One left neglected
The One we ignored
We are One Body interconnected
Diffr’nt notes of the same chord
*The people long for heaven
but life is our reward*
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 8:05 AM UTC