A smile can be warm like that of a good friend
and it can be mocking or plastic and full of malicious intent
Words have the power to touch the heart
it can both seal its wounds and tear it apart
Hands can touch the physical plane
to pick up those who have fallen or cause excruciating pain
Water is just like everything else
it can make life and take it, form shells and shatter them
Life brings
beautiful and terrible things
Death takes
our happiness and suffering
I am not bad neither am I good
I am my own life's miracle and plague
I have healed just as much as I have wounded
I have the will and power to be either hero or crook
But what we are to others or ourselves depends on where we choose to look
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 6:25 AM UTC
Black
To see nothing.
White
To see that there is nothing.
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 9:27 AM UTC
talking to y'all
is layk
talking to
dating sim
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 5:28 AM UTC
the heart an aircraft
capable of flying
but not of floating
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 5:27 AM UTC
the titanic
sitting in my chest
unsinkable
unmovable
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 5:24 AM UTC
a love as deep
as the universe
ever creating
ever expanding
with the space to live
the space to die
within the warmth
of existence
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 5:21 AM UTC
van Gogh stares into the distance
the trees darken into piercing towers
the moon is the color of a smile
the night whirls with his thoughts
the houses lie
beyond reality's reach
I stare into the distance
within arm's reach
but not wthin the will's
the inkwell's darkness folds into itself
as often as the stars collapse
until its point pierces an eye
that is no longer there
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 5:15 AM UTC