Poetry... Love...
Pathos... Faith... Beauty... Chaos... Epiphany... Longing...
Revolution... Madness... Desire... Life... Emotion...
synonyms maybe......?
Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 12:14 PM UTC
Chaos...
Dusty yellow street lights,
honking truck drivers...
cigarette smoke puffed carelessly in your face..
and the quest..
the unending quest for a single free breath...
giving you the slip at every bend in the clogged road...
the careful painstaking preserving of that one impossibility,
the concentration of all of existence on a handful of dust....
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 1:05 PM UTC
Storm, bird, grey blue sky..
A sunset of silver smoke..
And a dusty metropolitan dusk...
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 2:13 AM UTC
I'll meet you at dusk then,
where the memories fall in autumn...
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 2:13 AM UTC
So many souls,
like firefly flickers...
Lighting up the storm...
But none as bright as you my love...
A poem in humans' form...
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 2:28 PM UTC
The Day and The Night,
Two goddesses,
Intertwined in her.
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 3:40 AM UTC
The yellow lamplight,
and the silhouette of a dark grey sky.
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 1:19 PM UTC
I thought you were mine to lose..
You, my knight..me,your muse..
and every evening seemed to be an entanglement of your soul
with mine..
and every glass of wine,
a holy communion...
a reunion
of minds separated by a day of resurrected reality..
the dispirited admittance of drowsy sensibility...
And then at night,
when bird calls broke the heat,
every passing moment the reflection of your heart beat
I had thought I knew what it was to long for your intertwined fingers...
The smiles in your eyes on the evening that lingers...
But dreams,dreams dreams,
the meandering of those deafening screams...
And now i roam the lanes
at night and look in through windowpanes
where love and candles light the room
and I lean on the edge of my broom
and smile a grimace with the missing soul,
and look in at the gaping hole...
And then curl up on my side of the nightmare,
don't worry I'm used to a scare....
And maybe I'll sleep and wake and slice another vein..
But don't worry,it hurts less than the consciousness,the caffeine...
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 11:44 AM UTC
Lost and found
hard leather bound
your soul in decay...
the wired space
the lost solace
the half choked **** on the way..
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 1:27 PM UTC