#meaing
I fell into the words and they sang to my
Like sirens They dragged me, drowning
Senses mesmerizing me. Could I pull myself
To be a thought of senses glazed.
Like a ship I sailed over their meaning, I saw
Into depths I had never seen, awoken feelings
Surged upon my voyage into that moment,
A sea of plentiful introspective thought
Frozen in forms of ink were these occasions
That like an iceberg hit me under the bow, I
Didn't know I was sinking into this till to late,
I was the captain and I sank into your words.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 4:05 PM UTC
My pen is my shield,
and my words
my armour.
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 5:59 PM UTC
May the future never be a sprint,
but a smile
as that which you cant walk through
can be traversed
with but a gracious glimmer
of hope.
And smile :)
Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 5:18 PM UTC
Breath may fade,
but love will forever
live on.
For exhalation is but syllables
of given movement.
Were love is a motion
of time,
continually moving.
Emotions that live on past every exhalation.
Every word may decay into obscurity.
But love will live on beyond
the husks of every word ever told.
Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 8:17 PM UTC
Our words may age,
but the pie of meaningful thought
is always fresh..
Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 6:51 PM UTC