Thick but delicate
Torn by the slightest incision
Conformed ****** precision
Once an empire of components
Now a sacred atonement
A hollow carcass
Sacrifice spawns recreation
Fashion's latest invention
Like secretions of the mare
the hazy aroma hangs heavy in the air
Ghostly warmth misty like winter's old willow tree
Like the former lover I've set free
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 12:15 AM UTC
Memories like faded Monet’s
windswept pastels and periwinkles
permeate into one hour. The Blue Hour...
the hour lost in the world of egg yolks
Pirouetting the equator line
that divides
the latitude that lusted for the sun, the stars,
the cobalt sky.
with solace it longed to be departed from
The milk washed violet dreams
where vigor seeks
a meteoric silence that ushered
Azure rays igniting light
that cracks behind the clouds beaming
whispers of secrets
unveiling echoes of Gymnopedie No.1
As it dances in the breeze
The wind doused by the rhythm of
the pulsating waves by the indigo shore
Deafens my senses
Deafens me
Deafens my world.
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
Intoxicated by your fragrance
Entranced by your radiance
Unique; you are blind to your own brilliance
Lovely, humble, shy
Skin that makes me cry
You are the one I still adore
Remember when you've cast me aside?
Did you know in your oblivion
You've left me poisoned to my core?
So I kept your bulbs locked away.
Tucked away in a jar
Time passes, but yet you still
haunt me when I look at you from afar
Poison faded away, but the stain still remained
Leave me addicted to the scars
And every night I pray,
"Move along."
Love for you kept me in bars.
But my dear, you are not the one to blame
It is me who is ashamed.
for when a heart is a volcano, flowers can't bloom
so I send you silent shouts at the moon
To you, I'm your five months of fall, but did you know
you're my four seasons of Spring?
Revisited. Revived.
March is here, and I still wait for the day you bloom.
As my love for you, still looms.
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC