Everytime I walk past you
I decompose myself in a multicolor puzzle
And then, after I've finished arranging it,
Another color results
A color that nobody imagined, yet.
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 8:12 AM UTC
heal myself of the past
with dirt and rough skies
rain drinking as a shield
of the light passed
searching through the souls,
that bear all the slides
bold headed stay
tired of their fouls.
large locks fall
spewing out the skin
"O"-s and eyebrows lie
numbing my downfall.
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 9:06 AM UTC
Soon, I will die towards nothing
gather my clothes for the departure.
From the soil some worms to pick,
Hoping for some reconciliation
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 5:10 AM UTC