"mazes" poems
Sully suffers from a stutter,
simple syllables will clutter,
stalling speeches up on beaches,
like a sunken sailboat rudder.
Sully strains to say his phrases,
sickened by the sounds he raises,
strings of thoughts come out in knots,
he solves his sentences like mazes.
At night, he writes his thoughts instead
and sighs as they steadily rush from his head.
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 7:24 PM UTC
I am Alice in
Wonderland.
Wandering around
wondering what this
is all about.
All these mazes,
all these changing faces...
Where is my shining horse
that will lead me
to the right course?
Here I am he says!
But I do not see all the pieces yet...
So I stumble!
And I fall...
and I hear myself call
what is the meaning to this all?
But then the clouds part.
The only sound
my beating heart...
and I see the light
so ever beautifully bright
And my shining horse
runs up to stand beside me
and I let him guide me
all the way
to The Way
up, up, and away
and we fly,
so high,
above the night sky,
and I let go of my fears
and I feel the tears
stream down my face
as we arrive at your place
and I hear myself yell
to break this spell
I'm here!
I'm here!
Have no fear!
I see you!
I see you!
and I take your hand
and you take mine,
forever now
our lives intertwined.
Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 7:06 PM UTC
The Story
by Kamal Nasser
translation by Michael R. Burch
I will tell you a story ...
a story that lived in the dreams of my people,
a story that comes from the world of tents.
It is a story inspired by hunger and embellished by dark nights of terror.
It is the story of my country, a handful of refugees.
Every twenty of them have a pound of flour between them
and a few promises of relief ... gifts and parcels.
It is the story of the suffering ones
who stood waiting in line ten years,
in hunger,
in tears and agony,
in hardship and yearning.
It is a story of a people who were misled,
who were thrown into the mazes of the years.
And yet they stood defiant,
disrobed yet united
as they trudged from the light to their tents:
the revolution of return
into the world of darkness.
Kamal Nasser was a much-admired Palestinian poet and Palestinian Christian, who due to his renowned integrity was known as "The Conscience." He was a member of Jordan's parliament in 1956. He was murdered in 1973 by an Israeli death squad whose most notorious member was future Israeli Prime Minister Ehud Barak. Barak (born Ehud Brog) later ruled as Israel’s tenth Prime Minister from 1999 to 2001. His adopted Hebrew name Barak means "lightning." As a younger man, Brog/Barak was a member of a secret assassination unit that liquidated Palestinians in Lebanon and the occupied territories. In the 1973 covert mission Operation Spring of Youth in Beirut, which was part of the larger Operation Wrath of God, he disguised himself as a woman in order to assassinate Palestinians. The raid resulted in the deaths of two women, one of them an elderly Italian. Two Lebanese policemen were also killed, along with the poet Kamal Nasser.
Nasser was the PLO's most prominent Christian and he enjoyed "great appeal" in Lebanon, Syria, and Iraq "both as a distinguished poet and likeable personality." He was the “conscience of the Palestinian revolution,” according to Nazih Abul-Nidal, who worked with him on the magazine Filastin al-Thawra. Nasser “had the most democratic outlook of all Palestinian leaders at the time,” he recalls. He respected opposing views, admired the commitment of young people, and was a major recruitment asset for the Palestinian revolution. “That is why he was put high on the hit-list.” The previous year, the Israelis had murdered another renowned Palestinian writer and activist in Beirut, Ghassan Kanafani, by booby-trapping his car. Nasser’s successor, Majed Abu Sharar, was also assassinated by Israelis, in Rome in 1981 while attending a conference in solidarity with the Palestinian people.
Keywords/Tags: Kamal Nasser, Palestinian, Palestine, PLO, Conscience, Ramallah, Christian, religion, poet, Arab, Arabic, Arab Spring, betrayal, conflict, courage, devotion
Dec 9, 2021
Dec 9, 2021 at 7:55 AM UTC
I don't know what to say
right now.
The simplicity of this page haunts me
It's too easy
I'm used to more options
Endless confusion
Charts spotted with lines and dots and angles
and rights and wrongs and yes's and no's
Mazes with corners and rigid edges
like life is allowed to be put into boxes
like breaths and thoughts and the surface of tears
dripping like melting glass from an eyelash
are meant to be stuffed into sharpness
without the blessing of shadows
not gradual
like
the snap of electricity through an outlet
frying all the atoms in its path.
I'm cold, it's dark,
I whisper.
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 3:57 PM UTC
Birthdays from childhood
Are full of celebrations, is understood.
It was not any different for me
Till the unusual plea!
For my 13th birhday
The first time I gave away!
Instead of getting gifts
I contributed to the orphans by giving gifts...
Now I look back to those days
On how happy were they in all ways
I have given tones of gifts
To my fellow companions
But nothing can equalize the happy faces
Of the orphans in their mazes.
Even today I relish
The small gifts I bestowed
To those unknown orphans,,,
Is what which makes my life today
With a brimming hurray!
The way they valued my gifts
No matter how small
They looked at me tall,
And gave the happiest call
Which I would never forget at all!
Those were the real happy days of mine
Which are valued as divine
And will never decline
But I do hope will combine
To give more hapiness: for I define:-
We make a living by what we get
And make a life by what we give!.
Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 12:41 AM UTC
Get up out that bed
Slip out that depression
Everyday you wake up is a blessing
Life ain't over
Pick your head up smile
Get it together
Sitting around miserable
Ain't gone make it no better
Tuff times don't last
they only make you better
Life ain't over it
So he cheated on you?
Your friends turned they backs on you ?
Life ain't over
Social media got you tripping
Like you ain't worth ****
But in reality
The ones stunting
Be broke as ****
Life ain't over
The world is changing
You just now seeing the facts
Life ain't over
Ain't no app to get it back
You was put here for a reason
They only here for a season
Life ain't over
Make a deference today
Life ain't over
**** how they see it
do it your way
Life ain't over
You keep your eyes on the prize
But give God the praises
He's with you at all times
Even when life throws you mazes
Life ain't over
-Lynn Browning
Lynn Browning ©
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
Ruby red slippers, rich with passionate love
for you, dear state, as I search your land,
grazing the colors, the life, and the mystery
of weeds choking gravestones, tangling the dead.
But you, dear state, yourself is so gentle.
Kansas, you stretch to ****** my curls;
to stroke my tender cheek with a
flock of sunflowers, blooming vivid gold and
a mizzle of musicality, too high, too loud for me.
Your screams of country overwhelm me.
Why you, dear state, never treat us to
tangles of concrete nor mazes of glass?
Kansas, your heaven gives me migraine.
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 9:59 PM UTC
Sun an eternal flame
Burning up my mental strain
Incinerating my self doubt
Release it..Um let it out
Normally I don't give a ****
A Scorpio M.A.N is what I am
Venomous when I sting
Most can't handle what I bring
Emotions come in many phases
Draw a map..navigate the mazes
Some days I'm dark I sing the blues
Emotions there for me to use
Transforming them with my magic touch
I feel them hit me in a rush
When in tune I'm like a song
So with these words I babble on
Just begun so watch me grow
Flooding minds with my Freestyle Flow..
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 3:12 PM UTC
Business people live silly little lives…
Walking so fast in pleated pants…
Racing around self-imposed mazes…
Will they have anything to say when it’s all over?
Everyday spent “delivering solutions”…
Neutered emotionless existences…
Sitting there with that doe eyed look…
Will they have anything to say when it’s all over?
Driving cars and tolerating personal lives…
Each and every day a pre-defined process…
Anxiety, fear and caffeine distorting brains…
Will they have anything to say when it’s all over?
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 12:49 AM UTC
I once was on an endless journey
Of turning left and right,
There was bramble all around me, only
Nothing not alike.
Though none were up above me
I could not see the sky,
All except my inner strength,
I had been left alone to die.
Deserted by the moon and stars,
I was even without light,
But desperate to be free again,
I braved the endless night.
Time escaped me, also
I traveled a day, a week, a year,
But my body never weakened,
Nor hunger did I fear.
Even if I neared the end
I had no way to be sure,
So, I promised myself it was close ahead,
Just one more set of turns.
But the exit never greeted me
And disappointment, it grew strong
I had broken so many promises,
My credibility was gone.
I could no longer reassure my mind,
So I faced the truth instead,
I prepared myself for eternity –
And an endless path ahead.
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 9:40 PM UTC
Above my home where the dark clouds
curl into the sky clinging for a home to
rest their sleepy depiction, shadowed
trees hum sweet lullabies, lonely leaves
breathe in the sad song of fallen dimensions,
letting its lifeless view roll upon their frame,
the chilled breeze sailing in the skyline,
as I scramble my way out of a filthy dumpster,
a mountain of disintegrating mess covering
my broken body, hovering flies surrounding
sticky strips of spaghetti, moldy mashed potatoes,
and moldy chicken *** pies, while my mind sunk
into traveled thoughts, bruised hands pressed against
the creases in my forehead, allowing my existence
to feel the stranded scars streaming in various mazes,
dull eyes flushed with a burning disorder, aching cheeks
and chests nestled in darkening chamber corners, buried
hips and thighs uprooting in somber blades of grass,
thorned, torn, and destroyed in different worlds. As I stood
on the slippery pavement staring at the ruffled scenery
in my sight, spinning streetlights thickening into slouched
positions, screaming sidewalks spilling sadness and madness
in the drenched air, razor-edged buildings inching into crushed
centimeters, jumbled meters, ****** yards. I replayed the sober
images in my head, the way my young brown-skinned mom said
I would never amount to anything, how I could hear the raged
noun ****** sift into the distance, its flaming mechanics
accelerating into screeching sounds, the way she hurled
her fists at my smashed face, every vibrant language
breaking apart, slamming shut into closed infinites,
snagged contractions and gerunds diverging into
shuddering double spaced negatives, the way she threw
my lingering body inside the trash dumpster, her sharp
scarlet words, You are no son of mine, ricocheting off
savage surfaces, sparking my soul in a calamity
of choking diction.
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 1:04 PM UTC
Standing there
With a mute stare
Amazed by you
Paralyzed by you
I became a speechless poet
No free-flowing words to inhibit
Stuck in redundant phrases
Running around in silent mazes
My bright poetry is suddenly evanescent
How did you freeze my precious talent?
My fancy lies
and my sincere confessions
My angry cries
and my serene discretions
My skill dies
distorted by your presence
As my voice tries
hardly a single expression
Then my brain denies
your acute aggression
As my fixed eyes
scream my inner passion
Then you left.
You left
But I stayed there
With my mute stare
Speechless because of you
Brainless because of you
My stupidity crystal clear
My creativity in denial
And you left me here
wishing you stayed near
Suffering from your withdrawal
~Epic Monkey
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC
knew a girl named Faith
who had none at all
husky breath, taut body
aligning laughter with anyone in sight
sotto voce-
fading into the carriage of the night
rolling within the mazes she chooses
she's a tall tower squishing my chest
tabi heels from margiela
give her all my love but it's never enough
takes it all and serves it to everyone
else
crosses for earrings
knew a girl named Faith
and i love her
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 8:21 AM UTC
I
A body of white walls
houses familiarity
Somehow even familiarity
distorted itself
beneath raw cinder blocks
doused white enough
that I could see
the eyes of the past
the eyes of the future
looking back at me,
the eyes of the present
Must journey
behind the white walls
into the familiar unknown
For there is something there
Beyond walls
so very high
They
only crumble,
only die
For there is something there
I must look now
through the deep crevices
deep through my mind
For there is something there
Do I find?
I see people
I see minds
Beyond the white walls
looking back
at I
Why oh why
must I continue?
looking forward
only to
look back again
I am stuck,
encased inside
eternity
Only looking back
to find
a way out
a way out
of me
Me
I have always
been my own infinity
Inside, a prisoner
handcuffed to
the white walls
I am shackled here,
alive
kicking
Death
here in the
eternal infinity
Great intellects
dead,
killed by me
I am my own infinity
I must **** me
I will be free
no longer shackled
I am my own infinity
I am my own uncertainty
I am my own familiarity
It is me
I am my own infinity
The white walls
close in on me,
my own infinity
I do not want to change myself
I do not want to change me
I change
I die
Death’s kiss might be sweet
Death’s kiss may free me,
finally
Yet
I cannot accept it
I will not
I just want to be me
but I am everyone else
and they are me
my own infinity
Everything,
everything
Beyond the white walls
are nothing you see
White walls
everywhere
White walls
everything
Encasing all
of us
It is here,
it is here
The white walls
shackle us,
shackle us
to
reality,
society
There is forever
no infinity
in me
The familiarity
tastes of death
mistaken for
reality
society
The burning truth
The familiarity
the distorted familiarity
that
is
reality
society
We rely on each other
So much we shoot
each other
We are not strong
We are not smart
We can be
We can’t be
If we break
the shackles
If we keep
the shackles
I am in pieces
I am shattered like glass
I cannot do this
I cannot presume
Death’s kiss
seems sweeter than ever
(forever lost in my own infinity)
You see we
build ourselves up
so
the white walls
eat us up
until we are part of
the white walls
until we are part of
the unknown familiarity
Can I break
through?
want to
need to
break through
White walls
oh,
white walls
I’ve been punching
for so long
I am tired,
I am weary
Resisting,
rebelling
Far too long
White walls,
White mazes
Around
my infinite
familiarity
I cannot
make it out
of myself
So I
walk,
So I
walk,
This great
maze of my
soul
Humorous,
I call it a
great maze
I only walk
in circles
Forever in cycle
I’ve felt the
tears,
Fallen onto
the white walls
Hard
to tell
if they
are clear
or just another
drop of paint
Mind
loops back
on itself,
(always does)
Losing it
(finally insane)
A mad man
I am
A new coat
to adorn
Darker
darker
darker
Cracks,
crevices
the white walls
emit abysmal black paint
So-cold
oil,
(called paint)
I will make darkness burn
It stings,
makes a statement
deep within me
Have you ever
felt pain?
Have you ever
felt life?
Walls
I have forgotten
what color
infinity was
Happiness,
feels
so white
but
burns
so dark
Have you ever
felt dark?
Dark feels me
as I
wander,
wither
In
white darkness
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 3:53 PM UTC
Rain showers, mazes uncovered
Dancing like a little child with a toy
Reclaimed as the drizzles recovers
Pouncing jumps like a kangaroo
The winter burns as the fire blaze
Warmed by the ambience of the logs
Reflections denuded, secrets unearthed
Times lost bouncing like a ball
Bare and **** in the cool mist and fog
A shadowy phantom arises me
An Orion exhibit, my alpha constellation
Carving me out of the hidden cave
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 3:38 PM UTC
I can feel the loneliness deep inside
the half-shaped moon, stripped, scorched, destroyed,
shifting, scrambled diction, hazy nonfiction, drifting
consonants and vowels lingering in meaningless
frames, confined in a sleepless state, searching for
its missing outer being to make it complete,
quivering in solemnness, struggling for freedom
and perfection, conflicting science crumbling without
reason, evaporating equations swallowed into unfamiliar
places, sunken history tumbling into the depths of the abyss,
disconnected from the great milky clouds and glorious
sun, its wandering metaphors hovering in some unknown
distant kingdom, in the depths of a solitary dungeon, dying
of its creative invention, broken sounds sluggishly surfacing
for air, fading shadows seeping further out into the inner wave
of Saturn, its decaying reflection changing between time
and space, rising and falling in forgotten eternities,
declining in rhyme and harmonizing patterns,
as shattered lovers diminish apart from one another,
locked away in frigid and featureless mazes, drowned galaxies
floating in sinking outer spaces, vivid blackness surrounding
its sunken design, lost languages falling apart into split and hidden
dimensions, swimming in stuttering syllables across the crimson seas.
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 8:23 PM UTC
Beauty out in the open, light falls on linoleum tiles like heel-worn stones
Windows to a sunny world sit at the end of locker-lined tunnels, beckoning beyond fluorescent mazes
Clotted with conversation, upperclassmen stroll like the elderly
Young blood doge or cling to the sides, scared of the critical runway that is us
Windows to a sunny world sit at the end of locker-lined tunnels, beckoning beyond fluorescent mazes
Eyes from all sides, thinking nothing yet are supplied by our own thoughts
Young blood doge or cling to the sides, scared of the critical runway that is us
Finding refuge in educational terrariums, an ecosystem that saves me from the weight
Eyes from all sides, thinking nothing yet are supplied by our own thoughts
Finding solace in stairwells, sealed off by doors and hold awkward opportunities
Finding refuge in educational terrariums, an ecosystem that saves me from the weight
Clanging like a child’s cry releases stress like floodgates, another trip into the shark tank
Finding solace in stairwells, sealed off by doors and hold awkward opportunities
Open doors that are actually closed; they are like aquariums – no tapping on the glass please.
Clanging like a child’s cry releases stress like floodgates, another trip into the shark tank
The longer I stay the more I wish to leave, away from substituted confrontations
Open doors that are actually closed; they are like aquariums – no tapping on the glass please.
Prejudice like heavy rain beats at my skin and soaks my clothes - but I know it was I who brought the downpour
The longer I stay the more I wish to leave, away from substituted confrontations
Must comparisons be so obvious when I walk alone, unprotected? They are lucky to have such equals to act as parents; they hold each other’s hands to keep from drowning
Prejudice like heavy rain beats at my skin and soaks my clothes – but I know it was I who brought the downpour
They pull like vultures at flesh; I am not allowed to wrap myself in hurricanes while out in the open
Must comparisons be so obvious when I walk alone, unprotected? They are lucky to have such equals to act as parents; they hold each other’s hands to keep from drowning
Ignorance is bliss, they say, and truth that is here – the less you know the less hate you bear the weight of.
They pull like vultures at flesh; I am not allowed to wrap myself in hurricanes while out in the open
Look down, one foot – and then the other!
Ignorance is bliss they say, and truth that is here – the less you know the less hate you bear the weight of.
Anger and sadness, guilt and fear turn like Viewmaster slides lit up by the sun
Or am I on my own here? Each boy's path runs along each other like long-exposure stars, leaving streaks between the darkness.
Jun 26, 2010
Jun 26, 2010 at 10:48 PM UTC
Inception Transcribed (Spoken Word- Freestyle-Dramatics)
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==Inception Transcribed ==
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SassyJ
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Inception and intersection of human life are diverse. We are ushered as a blank canvas to the shores of life. Socialised with values, beliefs and cultures. Our acclimatised acculturation. Submerged in the swampy lowlands each sunk and wandering through and through.
This morning I woke and left my house...... looked up to the horizons of nature. And there it was.... a revolving camera smiling at each stride I take... following me and taunting me. Unreserved in institutions, submerged in the ever decaying social structures.
Why do we do what we do everyday?
Is it part of the human processes and functions?
To exist and be absolutely absent but present. I fret, then I smile. Trying to join the puzzles in the mazes. Ever questioning if I am here to learn or to be polluted by bureaucracy.
Lets call for an assembly, announce that the town is dead. Yet, its people are gasping, breathing to fill their lives with a new paradigm. Look at me all cyanosed , the blueness of the dying veins... sunk in the redistribution and social panic. Re-engaged in the demoralised democracy. Look at me asking....
What is the meaning of life?
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 6:09 PM UTC
*When I was just a little girl
I wanted so much for my life
to resemble a beautiful secret garden,
I'm aware that this may sound
crazy and bizzare - if it does,
then please do beg my pardon.
A secret garden in the woods
with such beauty hidden deep within,
Full of secret pathways and passages
that only special people would know about,
fitted with padlocked gates - so not to let
any bad people in.
Pretty little flowers
in vivid colours
that please the heart and soul -
seen through the eyes of everyone,
Butterflies dancing above pristine hills -
with hedges making mazes;
for a touch of fun.
Crimson tree-tops and rose bushes
in every beautiful colour
ever created,
A place that is so unique - from it,
no soul could stand to be seperated.
Ineffable in its beauty,
like a magnet souls are attracted,
This secret garden,
like a heavenly day dream,
in a daze -
from it, you cannot be distracted.
Whether there was a blue sky,
or dark clouds, as a daily rooftop,
Love and happiness
would be nonstop.
A place where loved ones
always felt safe and secure,
Never wanting to find
the secret garden's door.
They'd always be free
to be themselves,
A wish
That we all have for ourselves.
When I was just a little girl
I wanted so much for my life
to resemble a beautiful secret garden,
Now I'm all grown up,
and still trying
to bring this aspiration to life;
this vision, is one,
I am never, ever discarding,
I really still want my life
to be just like a beautiful secret garden,
And if this sounds crazy or bizzare...
then, please do beg my pardon!
By Lady R.F ©2017*
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 4:24 AM UTC
what does it take to ruin someone and for them to ruin you?
I can look in your eyes and see what is true, I can
break into your motives and see why you do it, I can
take a flame to the glacier and melt your ice down, but
in my ears beating my burning heart sounds like a thunderous
cry, etching your name on my soul, when you leave there can be nothing,
I can never be whole, my mind is a solver, I crawl into blank spaces
and find underneath them the hidden, dark mazes- without the problem
there can be no solution, only when you are there can I have absolution-
you are a lock to my key that will melt- constantly forming-
into something I've lost. Every day has a morning- but the night destroys
day and the dark is afraid- I am only for you, now, forever and always
(at least til the next, when I fall in the hallways)
my heart is not open, it is a strong focused beam-
to bring light to your days, and bring hope to your dreams.
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 2:39 PM UTC
The road was long and rough
It was a passageway of words
A parade of letters and prose
The touch of invisible pleasure
I moulted like a snake in season
I dreamt on a cruiser of reign as we
opened my pandora box in the cave
The road was smooth and right
It was a third eye paradise of seers
A mire of misery and blowing wind
The tears flew like fireflies on heat
I met the shrinks of souls in salt bed
I waved the rain as it washed my sins
On that sight of the pandora box
The road of wrongness and rightness
It was an unfolded augury of life
An awakened sleeper roared in dreams
The days when I touched the skies
I took the broken house and mended
I saw the clouds as bright as crimson
Inside the box when I met my twin
The road of love, lust, love, longness
It was when the ember coal was wild
A blaze of soul collision and resonance
The days when doubt taunted in mazes
I wrested my mind and the heart knew
I tested the precipice and intuition led
Inside the unconditional pandora box
The road where I hid and felt alive
It was a paradise of shining trees
A place where our loneliness merged
The safest heaven on barren lands
I saw my warrior and he shielded
I sat as he ran away with fear and pride
On that very opened pandora box
The road of unforgotten forever
It was a triangulation of continents
An immersion of difference and indifference
The open table of a scarce connective mess
I shed my naive bed and hardened
I shut the wild untwisted world
On that very inevitable pandora
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 7:09 AM UTC
*M_
m_nd
m_ak_s
m_ze_
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str_igh_
l_nes*
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 9:55 AM UTC
Are you fatigued?
Do you have irritable bowel syndrome?
Are there irreconcilable differences in your life?
Are you Homophobic...
"I climb 1,576 stairs"
"But I have a lot of gay friends"
once we've reached the top,
there are no two quarters for the lens.
What's driving us, this feeling, this wander?
Could you imagine,
If kind was ****** compassion.
Could you imagine,
If kind has no reaction.
What a day, what a day, what a day, what a day;
it will be.
Like children lost in corn mazes.......
filled with glee.
Hollow are those shallow times,
don't you
forget
about me.
What a day, what a day, what a day, what a day;
it will be.
Luckily those prickly vines, are fading fantastically.
_TRF
sometimebforehalloween_
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 11:09 PM UTC
I see you. Standing there, a distinct shape in the shadows. I see you, watching me. The mystique **** of your eyes dancing over my flesh.
I fear not the power of your gaze.
Until I find myself cowering in that parallel universe of backwards mazes.
Left as a child to discover a door to her rusting cage.
I see you as I'm (not) cowering. The vision of a man with blue eyes on fire.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 1:34 AM UTC