Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2019
This feeling,
Is a whisper crawling out me.
An echo made by a stranger underneath my skin.
A tiny yearning that bubbles up,
as  a set of continuous chortles.
My heart beats,
and I give into phantasm.

The Crimson sun that never sets,
The moon that bathes and overthrows us with all of its beauty.
The ocean breeze and it's cool attempt,
The delicate,
goddess silhouette.
Alexander Apollo Salazar
Written by
Alexander Apollo Salazar  26/M/Astoria, queens
(26/M/Astoria, queens)   
     Jamadhi Verse
Please log in to view and add comments on poems