#lara
I was quiet
And found that she left me with sorrow
And that of lamentations bring
And that smiles that even bring sorrow that even now would not even show its head
I cried for her dear face that it may shine
And grace that succored my time has vanished
Into atoms and the particles that float in eternal space
These no more
I was alone and that which saw to my own doing
Killed my heart and shattered my soul
And found nothing to ponder upon but myself
And that sadness left me alone forever
And now rosas and sampaguitas bloom in the garden
For I am the unworthy soil beneath such beauty
Left untouched and now exists as it was
THORNS
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 5:16 AM UTC
She tasted like watermelon on a july day
pink and juicy
Mostly liquid (transparent) but full of flavor
a rosebud mouth that inhaled like I did
bitter meals of smoke from tin foil and glass
She laughed like echoes off ancient cave walls
all experience and fire
dangerous arousal from a primitive state
I gave her my greatest possession
sharing with eyes wide open
She fights without going to Geneva
***** with bricks
taking hits like a man
deep breaths of poison and still she trudges on
She smelled like gardenias inside my palms
familiar and hand-picked
infested with seeds
but all that I can recall is her on my lips;
pink and juicy
tasting like watermelon on a july day.
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 2:45 AM UTC