#4line
Words as solid objects
take the shape of moving air
if intention could be felt through skin
what protection would one wear?
Thoughts are heavy objects
to speak them is relief
but the burden collects like leaden dust
around the listener’s feet.
The mind creates these objects
it thinks but cannot speak
and as these objects fill its space
they become the speaker, me.
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 10:05 AM UTC
Smooth as softened alabaster
Their scent to you an immeasurable bliss
Where the sun tucks the moon beneath his chin
Rests an endless dream no more than a wish
(4LINE)
Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 9:35 AM UTC
Skies too small and colorless
Waters too calm and chaos intent
The earth too round, too bound and true
Too much my hopes for you
Dec 23, 2019
Dec 23, 2019 at 2:21 PM UTC
Falling stars always appear so far
So bright as they burst with their last dying light
How crazy is it to think that we, humanity
May see, but will never feel, their burning light
(4LINE)
Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 9:41 AM UTC
Stay your tongue to save discomfort
Stay your tongue and lose forever
The chance to speak of whatever it was
No forever lasts forever
(4LINE)
Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 9:43 AM UTC
Twist and turn, our woven ways
Make gaps no more to close
Let death be the only unweaver of us
Tied to myself, you’re close
Dec 23, 2019
Dec 23, 2019 at 2:18 PM UTC
Deep and somber currents cold
Turn beneath a calming surface young
As darkness subsides above as below
No older have I grown
(4LINE)
Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 9:37 AM UTC
Where the sea meets the horizons shine
Inquisitive your eyes
Where your hairline meets your eyebrows raised
There also are mine and my praise
(4LINE)
Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 9:45 AM UTC
No mountain range is worth the hike with you by side
Nor seat stays warm in conversive pace
Though it’s sad to see wasted such a pretty sunrise
Your particular light is not to my eyesight a pleasant taste
Dec 23, 2019
Dec 23, 2019 at 2:14 PM UTC
You can try to hide your emotions
Put on a mask that has a painted smile
But the eyes never lie
And a mask has holes to see
Oct 7, 2020
Oct 7, 2020 at 11:22 PM UTC
Or so they say
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕.
And so I ask
𝑼𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏?
Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 7:22 AM UTC
Closing eyes to remain alive
No breath remains intact
With open mind over Pacific ends
No Atlantic hope will last
Dec 23, 2019
Dec 23, 2019 at 2:09 PM UTC