What is so beautiful about me? Are you attracted to my mind, Or the thing that blows you is my smile, Is it my eyes that are windows to my soul, Or is it my case of Jean *** which you troll, Are my seins more alluring to look at, Or is it cliché you love that I am confident, Like a alpha male do you like a hourglass, courbes are more extensive that my cognizance, When you look at the marks in my face, Does it feel like she is a Empress?
They say "Never give up". But how can I, If the world has given up on me? Funny how one sentence changed my entire life, Spun my world upside down with a bang Twirled the universe on its finger Guess what it was? I'm sorry. Now I stand with my heart in a million pieces, Limbs broken at impossible angles, I'm beautifully broken... You should have known that I would, If I could, When you stopped catching me, As I fell for you...
Dark shadows enfold my heart that I gave you to hold. Every time you walk past, without even an hello, Omni, I get so cold as if my soul will freeze then fold
Your being completed me, so tell me Omni, how is it that your strong and bold when my being has disappeared, from what your eye's use to behold. I'm as a withered plant, without your sun I'm done. The end of my species, never to see the sun.
Oh but when you did grace me not too long ago to bloom, I was the most beautiful in the room! * Thank you for that.
A metaphoric piece written for a kindred soul, a poet here by the name of @Omni. A fond kindness that I have developed for this poet as if we were souls that have once met and I'll never meet him in this lifetime.
I'm covered from head to toe in resin, acrylics and epoxy, Some pulverized rocks my son gathered from the Chattooga River, Now reduced to a burnt ember dust. I added silicone sludge and a little baking powder as well, And once mixed, this dicey concoction is beautifully toxic, So I waft the air and inhale it.
Painting a colorful sunset is too easy, I prefer black and white, So with a wooden board the size of a door, I get to work with my rubber sledgehammer, blowtorch A gallon of poison and flammable spray.
The passers by have seen this look in eyes, From The Shining or possibly their preachers, You know, the same look that's a sight to behold.
Slamming the hammer down with brute force And purposed abandonment, I paint my sunset and wrangle the stars later. A shower won't do me justice>