#thoght
Even though my syllables ballerina
may falter, my metaphor's never
falter.
I balance my wording between
the lines of reality and
fantasies realm.
Dancing upon the imagery of
others thoughts and lives.
Living their words.
I'm a ballerina of imagery, feeding
there visual needing, I dance upon
their needing of word
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 2:32 PM UTC
Does love exist!
Is it a fancy....
Is it only found in mythology!
With her.....
Love
Like the kiss between Arwen and Aragon
With her.....
People
Labeled me the lover.....However I'm in reality
I'm a friend!
What is my crime!
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 12:29 PM UTC
Woven in silk depression even though pure,
I hang slightly on every strand.
I could weave a moment around me
and hang static.
Would anyone notice the slight stillness ensuing
on my web of thought. Or would I just be
a cocooned memory hanging on my own
web of depression.
Only feeding upon myself... A trap of my own doing,
feeding on the misery that I have woven not
realizing this web is
to capture myself.
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 4:45 PM UTC