Inside of me it sounds like dust and wind Blowing through my veins The cavity of my chest broken and changed Sludge spilling out of brain My throat choked and held back by rain My legs buckled and bound by chains My desperation fills me and makes me insane The thought of death consumes me, calling my name Help me please I’m in so much pain
Hey it’s been a while! I had a subbed craving to do poetry for some reason. I forgot how hard it is to try to say what you want to say but also making it sound good. I know this one is pretty basic but I’m just trying to get back into it
She told me that if she was anything She was a desperate attempt Of a human life form She told me that she never felt sanity Never felt normal But she told me that her desperation Was just because she wanted to fit in It wasn't her fault She was the daughter of the guardian 'I just want my story to be told, Truthfully indeed,' She said to me, as I sipped my tea 'Truthful, I can try, But honey, story telling is based on lies,' I smiled as I finished my brew And walked out planning the death of you.
I have a name for this shapeshifter now. Her name is Ruby. If you have any thoughts on what I can do to make Ruby a proper shapeshifter, and a good character, please contact me via this website. Please read the rest of my descriptions
He has dark hair Almost like the night Dark enough to seem as though it was black Even though it was blue shining bright He is completely different in the day Saying things he would never say His mouth is a cruel curve Because everything he says is absurd His eyes a gleaming blue To match his night-like hair He isn't you I wish you were here
Writing descriptions for a book that I am writing! There will be many more to come!
Dark waves crash against a nearby rock, as I sit and watch the salt litter every inch. Small droplets find their way to my skin, and soon paint patterns across my canvas. One that has not been blank for so long --
instead, this is not the first time.
My miles of skin crave for your touch, but you are gone. I cannot bring myself to forget how your eyes used to trail my body.
We’d sit by that little waterfall and wait for the mist to carry its way to us, leaving us wanting more.
As we sat in our little patch of green, we would count the stars. The faint feeling of your finger, finding its way to my hand --
and a face that never leaves my head. A nose strong and slightly crooked, like the tree branches creating a canopy of leaves above -- hiding us from the moon’s light and the shadows of the night.
And lips, moulding perfectly with mine --
like two lone puzzle pieces, finally finding their home, amongst the jagged ones surrounding them. A time so perfect, that flowed so nicely --
that I long for again someday, like the waves in autumn, striking this rock beside me.
Because a thing may seem cliche won't mean it isn't right. Warm sunbeams, drumbeat thunder, and the clash of dark and light. Or just because it's overused, don't say it can't be true. Old words and phrases well describe my burning love for you.
An old lion sits on the balcony writing a letter to his lover describing the moment he first saw her; he uses the moon as his lamplight as he murmurs the next line. "I thought: you are the best drawing I've ever seen.. The most captivating painting, Most sensual of all the sculptures."
In my mind you'd see frosted windows Deep thoughts on chilly nights overcast skies in midday Mauve grey black and white Puddles that fill potholes and stars a mile above your crown Forests of enchanting pine trees Vivid cities and abandoned towns Winter and blinding snowstorms Mountains jagged yet soft and pink Rivers and lakes and oceans Lyrics that force you to think It's soberness and possibility A serene drive in silent streets Independence and stability Fallen leaves that parade the streets Thoughts that wander as you do Buses filled with empty seats Open fields and morning dew The first ray of light at as you awake Simplicity warmth and elegance And the rhythm of the breaths you take
The essential components are the spaces The emptiness and silence It is not a lack or void to fill Simply memories with traces The space and vacancy inside Leaves room for inspiration Gives new thoughts their proper places Lost in thought Lost in my mind Lost in the stars dew and fields but not blind Lost in the analogy But I've never lost my way Accustomed to each reality One foot in each doorway