#etch
As you read stanza per stanza,
words interwine with your emotions.
They embrace them in their inked grooves,
like your depths, tangles and cobwebs
has found words to finally be tuck into
and call home.
The waves of emotion lap
against your jagged shores.
Their 27 alphabets playing the cords
and heartstrings of your heart
as though the cadence was at the same
wavelength.
Threads of connection form
to another soul that you did not know of.
Their books become your home,
etching parts of your soul,
mind and heart as though it is a
torn page of the book that has returned.
Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 4:13 PM UTC
Subtle miseries
Curled, twisted and Coiled
On a burlap
Of satin sheen or silk
Flowing Red in Veins of Rugged Black
She paused to look back, but once.
Needle Street was not Panicky.
Today.
Walk Away.
You can.
Amber flutters
On a glittering silver
Iris bores
Until it zizzes
Gorging the blue embers of torment to loll
Cringe not, brop.
Why Live
When you don't live
My pithy and Apathy
Why Ever Did I Mourn
When all is a yarn
Unsewn and Fierce
Rolling Lint Unworn
Unleash the Dragon to See another Dawn
When all was lost, never coming back
Shed a drag of teary-eyed-remorse.
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 9:08 AM UTC
I Love a Tangerine Sky
On Sunset or Sunrise
A Warm Calming Canvas
Stretched Far and Wide
Etched In Lives Forever.
DLR
13/09/2016
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 4:10 PM UTC
Etch on my heart.
You would carve roses
Into stone.
Unwritten the longings,
My heart
Fighting against the invisible enemy.
Immortalize my wish,
Every thought explain,
Fleeting away: let go.
Reputation of falling,
Dropping from cliffs,
Serendipity and zemblanity combined.
Overhead, overseas,
Over sometimes on empty,
Unable to find besides.
Alone...
Perhaps not.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC