Driven in the mind
Broken soul
She carries her body
Like her heart
She'll break you apart
If you come too close
Only to be too far
In her art
She paints the sheets
With the colors of the soul
Putting her lonely life
At ease
The calmness of the river
Reflects in the deep waters
When she thinks
She's my lady
And I love her madly
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 2:40 PM UTC
Its a given that eventually I'll mess up,
beside all the misery, I'll always fill your cup.
But,
I'm afraid to rupture your fragile heart
It frightens me that your love would someday depart
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 7:31 PM UTC
how can i love someone
with every ounce of myself
but then when it's me
i can't even take a compliment
yet alone
love
me
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 2:18 PM UTC
walk the road
laid out for you
with words as a guide.
a book is your map
and let shadows fall
behind you completely.
it'll be difficult,
never easy even if you tried
but it's a road laid out for you
you've got a destination
maybe you don't know it yet
maybe your plans've been messed up
but when there's a bigger plan at work here
secondary plans aren't needed
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 1:06 PM UTC
i feel your warmth
wrapped up
inside
your old sweater
i guess
you left two things behind
that weren’t important
that day
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 1:05 PM UTC
#*Nature sings a song, melodious and sweet
In colours brown, yellow, green and
blue
Resplendent the rainbow arcs
In every hue
Replenishes the soul
Joyous, the heart
Dances to Nature’s Beats*#
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 3:41 AM UTC
As you can see
From
My perspective
I’m an old soul
Rhythm
and blues
Is where
My mind dwells...
At times
Some , would give
Their all
To tango along
With my rhythm
But
They don’t give
A **** about
My blues ...................
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 3:40 AM UTC
With the familiar blur of familiar frames -
Wearied, we wait discrete
Worried that we cannot breathe
for the wind is yet to take us away…
do you think much longer?
—
We blend in to the scene
like a sail in the overcast,
lingering in our subconscious -
striving, aching for the sting of summer to melt us in the sun…
when is it coming?
—
The frost bits our lips,
Fastening the deadly silence
A fascinating mind, hidden in fearsome chambers -
Collapsing with the dead leaves of our own trees…
How much longer?
—
We hesitate to bloom,
Blinded to our own beauty.
Another day, another season
Believing we are better by ourselves, the world is bitter…
Spring is shunned by the silence -
—
But we are fine;
The wind will take us away,
Summer’s sun will melt us,
The leaves will fall, and nature will bloom.
But we are more than we seem…
we breathe.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 4:52 PM UTC
Before today, I had nearly passed it
Everything I was
Everything I felt
Had faded out.
I was me again.
The me that found comfort in an empty house
The me that did not despise faults
Nor repulse complexion
The me that could simply live as ONE
As if I could finally sense that beneath my hardened flesh
And weakened bones
I was in existence.
Reborn...
Aware of my ever-growing world.
Yet the end was foreseen
Neglected. Overlooked.
I just never expected it to be today
My fragile refuge is due to cave in
Its thin walls crumble and decay
until the only thing to breathe was your name.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 4:52 PM UTC