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Inhaling mood swings
Asphyxiating on my panic
Anxiety smeared across my deranged body
Diving into the storm of my mind
Dusty lingering skies , with shadows I oppress
Moonstruck secrets spiral and bless
                            Tattered nests as the sea is breathing
                            Sunlight exhuming across frosted prayers
                            Perfect hilltops with valleys and wings
                             A  blue voice in long shadows
                             Drifting in clouds of peace
                            A silent haze made of stones
                            Flowers with scars will sail away
Fading alive in this sleepless time
                                   Erasing the roads that I  have climbed
                                    Lines tucked away
                                    As I crave bravery
A golden grace with spirits fluttering
                                      On the wings of faith
                                       For we await at the golden stairs
Stone mouths silenced
Yet my whimpers bloom
Salted tongues spew and flay
Dredged bodies crammed in the unknown
Suffocating and stitched into the woe
An illusion of a serene  path
My eyelids grieve the inconceivable lies
The silence of the hills caressing the sunlit
As I lay still
Tangled strings on the glacier of earth
                            
                                          The faith I had echoes in my mind
                                                            As I unwind
Jolted, pondering, and dazed
Illusions unraveling as the silence dips and exhales
Windswept  essences of a divine peace
Waves sailing with a savage hunger
A promised confession with remnants of a forbidden whisper  
The bones of the sea dance with the flesh of the breeze

Touching dreams beneath the sound of clouds
Weakened shadows fall from light
The blue earth speaks with the wings of the dance
Whiskey teeth tangle and hate
In the stomach of a perfect hunger
Sorrow turns every corner
Bare wounds in the fields of fragile faith
Bruised screams recover the  sunlight spilling the moonlight
Silently undone, fingertips numb
Foreign ashes with circles in my mind
An ancient atmosphere, ashamed diving through the cracks
Streets stained with calloused imperfections
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