Silver shivers run past the breeze
leaving plains of white visions under the light
Distance and corners merge into a blurred vacant
platform
where the ghosts of the singing children dance
We stand aside each other
Leaning arm to arm
Locking fingers tightly
Me and my other half
Pictures are created by a silent venom
Diving into pools of sharp corners
Bushes set ablaze injecting some coloured lashings
Heat melts away the beloved tranquil course
We stand aside each other
Touching arm to arm
Locking fingers slightly
Me and my other part
Purple and blue faces left surplus in the sand
Coarse furnishings decorate the mind
Track tyres leave markings around constant bends
Time dissolves into oblivious ruin
We stand apart from each other
reaching for the others arms
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 12:58 PM UTC
Silver shivers run past the breeze
leaving plains of white visions under the light
Distance and corners merge into a blurred vacant
platform
where the ghosts of the singing children dance
We stand aside each other
Leaning arm to arm
Locking fingers tightly
Me and my other half
Pictures are created by a silent venom
Diving into pools of sharp corners
Bushes set ablaze injecting some coloured lashings
Heat melts away the beloved tranquil course
We stand aside each other
Touching arm to arm
Locking fingers slightly
Me and my other part
Purple and blue faces left surplus in the sand
Coarse furnishings decorate the mind
Track tyres leave markings around constant bends
Time dissolves into oblivious ruin
We stand apart from each other
reaching for the others arms
Relationship with the self during steps of unsuccessful attempts of recovery--New to this so thanks for reading the poem :)
