you got me
won de r ing
if i
the one who held it up
was wrong
if something
i did
was wr o ng
the reflection
wasnt
the
ol d me
maybe a hurt soul
no cl u e
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 3:35 PM UTC
the time.
like a rock upon our hearts.
it has crossed the road.
-
-
-
disappears behind the street corner.
will not return.
the future is not created by using the present to complain about the past.
when will we learn.
Jan 21, 2020
Jan 21, 2020 at 3:19 PM UTC
babou you tear ****** streaks along my leg
to say good evening well good evening then
but now calm down little cat i often say
good evening myself
or
good night to people without tearing at them
you can do that if just you
put a little effort and have some empathy but that
is enough
to go too far and you do not go too far
Jan 21, 2020
Jan 21, 2020 at 2:58 PM UTC
the dreams is the worst that there is, in them
you soak up cascades of wrong
decisions and get lost in fearful
streets stairwells and cities in ruins
and fail and lose your people
your loved ones
and awake shouting or with raw noises
in the throat only your black cat may hear
Jan 21, 2020
Jan 21, 2020 at 2:49 PM UTC
the couch was a fabric the hue of boyant sea waves
as a prim i sat there
as any sailing boat
on a fine day
upon those rolling cushions the birdsongs became my lullaby
as each moment became the next sweet daydream
they began from the joy
of not doing one single thing
all of a sudden
i was swimming with the rainbow fish
of the deep
feeling the rythm
of a new body with fins
you were there too
in my sweet daydrems
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 4:07 PM UTC
rich soil
fleck with a bit of black
dark chocolate
parched summer soil
glossy chestnut brown
unvarnished oak
mahogany flecks
apple pips
varnished cork
dessert palm tree
flecks of acorn shell
his eyes
the most beautiful pair
of eyes
she has seen
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 3:55 PM UTC
empty
nothing there
not even
a single breath
can be heard
i dont try
to fight it off
i love it
my heart aches
the hate
the hate
you taught me
to feel
a bedrock
to my personlity
were you
now
a thought
all the way
back in
my head
almost gone
almost
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 3:38 PM UTC
so warm. strokes of light paints my skin. the trees are dancing ladies. each one in a dress more fabulous than any desginer can craft. they move choreographed by the wind, hand in hand. the early summer morning watches upon them. life and soul are what they give. upwards and outwarrds toward the light they stretch. drinking in the rays as pure as the rain. my arms reach out. fringers spreads towards the sun and slowly begin to dance. one step after another.
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 3:14 PM UTC
the trees stand so tall
golden tears have been shed
the glossy rain-washed strees
winter has its grib
from grey deep to pale
silhouettes of blackish-green
light up
the snowy mountain peaks
were the dream
of every child
lays
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 3:06 PM UTC
sun-kissed white clouds blossom in the blue, free to fly with the wind. in the long horizon they take on silver hues, those deeper graphite tones that promises good rain. the cloudy day is my joy, for those passing white blossoms of the sky bring the transitory shade i love. upon the sidewalk i am as a happy butterfly beneath a tree canopy. passing from bright sun to mellow hues.
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 2:57 PM UTC