"strecthed" poems
I fell asleep on ocean shore,
Sharp rocks as my bed,
I don't feel them anymore,
I don't feel cold I must be dead.
The sky split clouds of eden's door,
The stars shine as my eyes,
I lay low strecthed on the floor,
With the silence deep inside.
As the heavens keep on burning,
The machines of men are turning.
Valhalla, how I waited to arrive!
Your ravens and your anger,
Were always in my mind!
Valhalla, realm beyond the world of known,
I am among the dead, I am among my own!
I fell asleep on dragon's tail,
With arrows in my side,
The last of them already sailed,
Leave my lying with a smile.
The rain washes the salty air,
And through tears wind blows,
My fingers ran through golden hair,
Valkyrie please fly me home.
As the world just keeps on turning,
And the human hate is burning.
Valhalla, how I waited for your light!
Your splendor and salvation,
Father Odin in his right!
Valhalla, land of gods, for evermore,
I found my peace in your everlasting war!
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 11:38 AM UTC
She never feels apart
until her legs are far apart.
she never belongs
until her body is strecthed out long.
she never wants company
until it is gone.
heart is where the home...
strangers break in with sticks and stones.
she never feels all there
until her love has has it's fair share.
unconsciously *** and love has become a chore
reckless routine of a foolish little *****
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 10:41 AM UTC