Writing to me is harsh and senseless
Whenever in light of day
I pick up the words
And scorch the paper
Forcefully
Writing to me is painful
It wanders within me
As an idealistic thought
Something I wish
To master
Writing is sweet and chilly
As a crisp december evening
By the trees
A hot drink melting snow where it sits
Beside me
Writing is in my mind
At all times
I believe
Even if it does not make itself known
in actual lettering
Sep 19, 2021
Sep 19, 2021 at 4:25 PM UTC
My dear
song and eyes and words
that make my veins implode
into utter lush- and sweetness
my hymn to you is excessive - about to explode
I love you
Mar 21, 2021
Mar 21, 2021 at 8:04 PM UTC
Is it okay to dwell in dreams
while the world is going under?
Adored are the rationalists
driving us forward
curing and tending
My dreams are community-healers
my mind tells me -
whilst I sleep
Oct 3, 2020
Oct 3, 2020 at 5:09 PM UTC
A cloud covers the light
Yet another and another
Dark blue turns baby pink
A bird is flying through it
I wonder what he finds there
Love or hate
All that is between
There
and here
Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 6:33 AM UTC
Looks
smiles
gestures
arms
chest
tall
interested
those blue, blue eyes
the way you touch me
the way you feel me
and I feel felt as well
I love you
and your mind
yes even the ***** which possesses your mind
your brain
your hope
your voice
I love the way you speak
yes, the tone of it
the way you read
the book of life
and the fact that you read it
My Darling
there are too many reasons and feelings
that can’t be mentioned
and reduced to words and sentences
I love you more than anything
Aug 2, 2020
Aug 2, 2020 at 10:13 AM UTC
Life is too interesting
I can’t go to sleep
I’ll savour a coffee
in spite of the hour
sip it
slurp it
- sing -
and then read
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 7:52 PM UTC
Such a faith
in humanities
moralities
and God to whom creation’s owed
Slay the words the wisest man has spoken
and myself for speaking out of turn
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 10:36 AM UTC
My thought cannot be confined
to a selection of rhymes
and lines
can it?
Jan 28, 2020
Jan 28, 2020 at 12:53 PM UTC
With sweaty palms
Placed firmly down
I told you that I loved you
Zero words
Only gestures
I'll always be alone
With lively chats
Inside myself
I told you that I meant it
Merely sounds
Only gestures
I'll always be alone
I meant the things I did not say
just wanted you to know it
Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 10:50 PM UTC
On rows and rows they hang they hang.
Skin stretched thin on their necks.
A tranquil gasp for one last breath.
The wall a collective shadow of silhouettes. Oxymoron. Escaping death whilst escping life. Completely innocent, unaware, yes painfully clear.
Nov 9, 2019
Nov 9, 2019 at 5:07 PM UTC