"dashs" poems
For the thought of your dreams my mind races
Mad dashs ,shocked faces
But to stare that glint by starlight drapped the caresses of your hair
I trip to find me on your line
Oh right beautiful fields ,waisted time
Your waist on mine
Just a taste , said at nine
we set pace after that line
..
Picture frames on baby's painted nails
Paint me in fame, she replied your insane
Washed face paint dowm drain ,she never kisses again
Her company other then other men is my brother then i move this pen
Words are zen , cherry flavored summer flows
Grass blues and sky growth
Twisted pages on saturn sing burns and we take turns on the wave frank ocean plays
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 12:08 PM UTC
i.
the grass in the meadows
has grown high,
it melts like an emerald
sea under the sun.
ii.
summer stretches
robotic and angular
everything larger than life
sunshine and the childish rains
pouring stormy drops
on the window.
iii.
the sky is perfectly white
the cloud is an unbroken
line, no dots or dashs,
no hyphens or metaphors.
iv.
i dress in the morning and
undress at night let the
pools of the night tether me
to the sky.
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 11:12 AM UTC
Winter chills
as I feel the breeze
against my cheeks
walking through
the mist I feel
so alone
then a splash of
sunshine dashs
across my mind
as I recall
midsummer dreams
what a beautiful dream
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 9:52 PM UTC