Saturnine

Open a window in the sky
and let in all the silver wind
Break the little piece of frost
gathering in my dreams
I can't sleep when my
thoughts cry out in pain

Veins rusted and broken
I am in the dirt, I am in the rain
Creativity lies dying
until the clouds pass over
Beloved and slender
beauty left to divide

Dip the earth in seafoam
and bleed out the darkness
I'm waiting to justify hurting myself again
Twisters form, bees will sting
personal aggression, icy tears
I want to let go
but I'll fall fall fall...

Reviews

[Emily]

I love the meaning and the title!
Keep it up!

[Dark Poet]

I seriously can't express my admiration for your writing in any words. I couldn't explain the beauty in it. This one really has stood out to me. Stunning and marvelous even though it's something that rips the heart.

[Luna Zerimar]

"I'm waiting to justify hurting myself again.."

I like that line. For some reason.

So sad, yet so beautiful.

Always a pleasure Ell. Always.

[Laura Lynn]

I believe in a slender sort of beauty as well. I'm trying to get much better at asking questions so how can we dip the earth in sea foam? A little sea foam is enough perhaps, if we do not enjoy such foam than what is the point of it. In the absence of the sea we have foam in cappuccino. The threatening lesson of venom in insects tells us that it is not the size of the beast that determines violence only a type of it.