Sometimes
the words drop
from fingertips,
climbing over each
other like playful
children.
Sometimes
the words flow
quietly, gently,
like soft waters in
a whispering pond.
Sometimes
the words burst out,
roaring like mighty
thunder,
sparking the sky
like brilliant
lightening.
Sometimes
the words spill out,
like scalding lava,
scorching and setting
aflame all in their wake.
Sometimes
the words latch on
with fangs,
suckling the life
force from its
intended victim.
Sometimes
the words infuse
thought and passion
into the bloodstream,
like a ***** *********
injecting
euphoric bliss.
Sometimes
the words sit back,
silently observing
waiting,
patiently,
for the need
to birth the cries
of the heavy heart
releasing an ocean
of emotion…
and drowning
the world.
-by Mercurychyld
Copyright 16 Oct. 2015
Friday
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 6:11 AM UTC
Sometimes
the words drop
from fingertips,
climbing over each
other like playful
children.
Sometimes
the words flow
quietly, gently,
like soft waters in
a whispering pond.
Sometimes
the words burst out,
roaring like mighty
thunder,
sparking the sky
like brilliant
lightening.
Sometimes
the words spill out,
like scalding lava,
scorching and setting
aflame all in their wake.
Sometimes
the words latch on
with fangs,
suckling the life
force from its
intended victim.
Sometimes
the words infuse
thought and passion
into the bloodstream,
like a ***** *********
injecting
euphoric bliss.
Sometimes
the words sit back,
silently observing
waiting,
patiently,
for the need
to birth the cries
of the heavy heart
releasing an ocean
of emotion…
and drowning
the world.
-by Mercurychyld
Copyright 16 Oct. 2015
Friday
