Time spent with family I'm able to break free from all these bad habits constantly chasing after me. They never truly go away sticking to me like a shadow sticks to the concrete. Time spent away distanced from my past I feel finally free from the demons in me. Now I'm home alone, I'm all on my own I was naive I thought I was free. Knocking on the door I hear a familiar sound it's my shadow; the demon I've been found.
There was Beauty in Her Silence, So Beautiful was Her Voice. Each Kiss She gave, was Elegant. They made My Heart Rejoice. Now Her Memories are an anchor, Dragging down My Feet and Heart. My weight, is slowly sinking. But My Soul is not ready to Depart. As the Clouds begin to Gather. Thunder strikes the Ground. My Shadow is ready for the Night. But My Voice has lost it's Sound. I wish, I was.....true to Her and had, My wrongs Mended. My Dreams, will just be Dreams. As now Her life has Ended.
the jagged cave summons me with its stark shadow. crystals bearing sharp knives greet me at the entrance. my hands stay at my sides, but I keep an eye on the knives. as the cave envelops me, the crystals harness sunlight. their guidance sees me through, and the cave is now behind me.
Escapril Day 24! Prompt: crystals. I am learning that nature is one of my main sources of inspiration. What are you inspired by when you write?
when the ocean resides in the cavity of my chest / and the world freezes over / icicles bare their teeth as their menacing shadows creep closer to my sternum / and I choke on frigid air. he carefully wraps my heart in a blanket / then collects sun rays between his lips / bestowing them onto my heart with warm kisses. the icicles melt away / and I bask in the sun.
Escapril Day 22! Prompt: intimacy. This poem is inspired by my current relationship. In all honesty, I could write a book about our love. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend, and I encourage you to celebrate the love you have in your life (no matter what form it's in).
Eponymous, insidious indifference. Existence. Towers before fates road, exquisite. Beckoning the soul to a fork. A question.
A man can break who he used to be? Or will he be? Until he breaks. Ponder at the fork, day passes day. From end to end, the requiem, sings and rings, like a lovely dream But beautiful things. Like destiny. Its crescendos extinguish.
Try though, he does to see both roads. To sense and see the masquerade. No map to guide. No stars to follow. No end to see, Through his glass shadow.
Live for the moment, live for the future. It doesn't matter, if you don't decide to live.