 |
Hardened huddled strangers,mouths of ash,many returned to fetal formstill giving comfortin moments lastChildren clutching,babes held to breast, encase..
|
 |
She met her paramourunderneath the sycamore whose smooth mottled barkwould tend her handas she waited in the darkfor her secret manSo when nighttime f..
|
 |
I am treading empty airand I've swallowed all that's therebut no matter how I tryI'm still not going anywhereThough I've been running all my lifeI fou..
|
 |
Gentle willow,how easy it isto forget the worldwithin your embraceSurrounded by rustling tendrils,peace and love seemso easily within reachuntil I ste..
|
 |
Raging like a violent storm
best keep your distance
my hairs are raised
and my lightning
is about to strike
|
 |
I wonder, dear Prometheus,if you ever truly realized that your love for mudmade you as vulnerableas any mortal man
|
 |
Old, ground-in fears
claw up my neck
hold my life hostage
and keep me in check
A tattered mind
riddled with anxiety
keeps me at long length
f..
|
 |
The heavy cloak of anonymity,wrapped warm and thick around megives me freedom to breatheand courage to be myselfwithin my cloak, I am safely nakedwith..
|
 |
The practiced dullness of my affectionscan be startled by wayward charmor candid caress of wind upon my cheekwhich can transport me to a timebefore I ..
|
 |
As sober as a nun who has lost her faithas useless as a dancer who's lost her gracea life unraveled by tired mindleft weary from a life unkindI remain..
|
|
|
first
prev
Profile
Writing
Friends
Share This