#luring
it whispers as I drive past,
luring me in,
I park near the rocks.
I exit the car with my long locks,
descend the stairs,
run with the sand,
wind in my hair.
I breathe in the salt air,
and stare at the force of the ocean,
its beauty,
its strength,
and yet,
its fragility.
I pause.
As though to awake from a dream,
tired and drained,
I walk back to the car,
suddenly aware of the sand stuck on my feet,
and my knotted hair.
Jun 10, 2023
Jun 10, 2023 at 10:46 PM UTC
crashing waves, a siren call
though i don't need it, not at all
i come to you, my black abyss
pull me under, as i dehisce
i won't see you mourn for me
as i become the salt of the sea
Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 3:47 PM UTC
An old fashioned beauty
Staring right into my eyes
Luring me with her humanizing effect
She doesn’t want to blabber
She doesn’t want to be the queen of splendor
She wants to live
Make her presence felt
For eternity
For she is truly a masterpiece
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 3:10 AM UTC
I
Emanate
From the tales of
Ruined men
Their names laced around my tongue ,
A sweet curse
Bewitched the eye
And swells them in
The
dabbles of dagger
I have swallowed,
A cutting edge
A slash on the throat choking in—
Beneath my scaly skin,
Body wrapped around a
Sweat gleaming neck,
And with a puncture
On the lips
It starts bleeding.
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 7:11 AM UTC
your voice is a curse
that i can never get rid of.
it entices me,
pulls me in
until there is no more rope to be held
and you have to throw me back out again
just to reel me in once more
so you can speak to me
with your voice made of poison.
i can never tell who’s worse.
me.
or you.
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 3:02 PM UTC
What hides on the verge of the madness
And why does it luring me in
Faster and faster
Head spinning and spinning
I stand at the edge of the darkness
And staring at it with a grin
How close, for how long can I linger
Caressing it gently with finger tips
Forbidden, forbidden
The conscience is screaming
The darkness grows bigger
And inside me creeps
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 1:52 PM UTC
Balm for Your Soul
Every feeling is real
It is new but effectively true
Now track my every wreck
This vital virtue could not control by any rescue.
Feel my ultimate jealousy
for your standing by others end
whether he is your friend
I just want a walk, hand in hand with you.
You are irrestrictive elusive
you are not here yet luring
Fast stimulation for your curing
Violent-nascent, hollow-shadow, hard to spend moments few.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 6:14 AM UTC