"sleepish" poems
Shores of salty sting call upon my most wanted dreams
Beams of sunlight, rich with warmth, dance upon my skin
An aura of comfort peaks, sleepish smiles bloom and it mirrors
It brings about sensations before buried, because of the burn
Possibility was gone and here we stand
On the top of the oceanic land.
The warm waters rush upon my ankles
My knees fall weak, heat sweeps my every nerve
I breathe in deeply; my senses are heightened to highest of limits
I skip back for fear they will flow too high
The sea is pulled in close, I feel its pressure with my toes
Filled with warmth and satisfaction...
They are cooled much too quickly by the undeniable pull of the sea
Where the tide pulls tightly, far away
Anticipation lingers; as you outline my face with your fingers
Rough and cracked, yet so beautifully molded
No god on earth could suppress such a empowering scape
The sunset skims the endless ocean line
Together, the two shimmer and they shine
Oct 8, 2011
Oct 8, 2011 at 7:04 PM UTC
The song on loop
and yawn's a constant companion.
The bed invitingly soft and
the worn out cozy blanket.
A half finished cup of Joe
now gone cold
Picking it up not an option
for my lazy limbs,
Sleepish eyes carrying
Stone heavy eyelids
A caffeinated brain
Intoxicated with futuristic ideas'
Streams of probability
And possibilities
Running with Infinite paradoxes
The two eternal repellents'
Bookand iphone
Depicting angel and satan
One on each shoulders
Playing cold wars like
****** and Englishmen
With the hour of devil on clock
And Jesus on the lips
I slid into the eternity
Of pleasant thoughts
Of how to spend the next day
of my life.
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 12:51 PM UTC