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You are so much of one of the Skeletons
That I carry around everywhere I go
Deep in my Heart and Head
A ring, its your number
This voice
A
blessing to my ears
All of a sudden Rushing Feet
"I remember this girl, our co-worker
Why even when you don't work
K always says your name"
or
even calls me your name
Astonished face of mine
"I don't know", replied I softly
You are a beautiful ghost of my past
You
How to drop
Someone who follows me in that downfall
When an unfair judgement was called
upon me you left it all
because the setting
could no longer be the same
Without the
"US"
It could not be better
this day
soul in the dark
Heart in the sky
Reunited after a while
Blessings of my life
Tears of Gratitude
Two shooting stars
Doing the round of the earth
From the second
The door behind Us
Was closed.
Skeleton
Hidden one from a beautiful past
I
Wait
For
The
Next
Dance
!
K.
Feels like I need a good Rosé
To begin this awful day
In order to make this pain
Bearable enough,
       "Mother"
The day you died,
Was one of the month of my birthday,
As from that day it became,
the most torturous month,
Of each of my years
Every September days pass
And this recurring feeling does not leave me
Somewhat I feel like I am the Christ
Advancing towards the Calvary, slowly
Suffering and unlike him
I am more whimpering and depressed
Until I hit this day that I,
For now live and relive, Recurrently
Hell of a day, 20th September
It fells to me as If flames and fire
Were slowly tearing my soul apart,
Igniting unbearable pain in Me!
But I deal with it, Silently.
"The defects of the human body shall always remind me of how fragile the lives of my beloved families and friends are. This is why my message shall always be a message of Love and Tolerance when it comes to humanity. "
"By nature, shall most of the common mortals, expresses love and admiration of whoever is a leader of a political side or a monarch, for all little butterflies want to be here when the sharing of honey and good grace, will be"
From the Petty
Shall you Lord of Heaven and Earth
Speak Greatness upon me
For I Clay
Desires your potter hands
To lay their sacred Power on me
Then shall You
Creator of what does not exist
Blow some Star powder
Upon me
Let me clay Now be
A little Diamond among the bees
For I am thirsty of your calling
Ignite the power of Love in Me
Emulating scarcely
the Passion of Christ
A Love ToTem
In the Immensity of this unmeasurable galaxy
I shooting star have laid wings in...
I am silently
Fire in the eyes
Awaiting for thee!
For I jagged cloth
Hopes this life will sew my pieces together
Blue, Red, Dark and White
My colours Are
Trying to be a Rainbow
With my Own Flow
With my contrasting
Colours
Trying to make it through this sky
With winds, soft breeze,
At times violent winds
I Jagged Cloth
Can I still Dream of being part of
a Versace piece
I little Rainbow shall Once hit
A completely free blue still
with a litte touch of white cloud.
"Why to play with the King's fool when with a little patience and intelligence you can have the King himself",
sighed I
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