Souls intertwined on the forest floor
Staring at the backs of leaves
Branches holding together the essence of us
Tired eyes read the midnight sky
Our pupils mirroring the stars
The galaxy holding together the essence of us
Laying naked beneath the sheets
Curious to explore one another
The frame of your bed holding together the essence of us
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Let's Go Exploring
Golden showers that doth fall
Upon the leaves of trees
Sprouting flowers budding
At the root of weakend knees
Spying through brass holes
That once fit keys
A
whole
World
unimagined
Through
thoughts
Of
fibrous
Galaxies
Upon the leaves of trees
Sprouting flowers budding
At the root of weakend knees
Spying through brass holes
That once fit keys
A
whole
World
unimagined
Through
thoughts
Of
fibrous
Galaxies
Monday, October 17, 2011
Rain flows through my bloodstream
I can hear the water beat
Beat
Beat
Beat
Down on my windowsill
Beat
Beat
Beat
Down on my mind
Beat
Beat
Beat
Down on my heart
‘Till there is no more of me
Beat
Beat
Beat
Down on my windowsill
Beat
Beat
Beat
Down on my mind
Beat
Beat
Beat
Down on my heart
‘Till there is no more of me
Sunday, October 16, 2011
I still taste you on my lips
Sweet, Sweet, tender mouth.
Open joys to brighter days.
Melting like the lidocane.
Or sugar on a summer day.
I love you.
Open joys to brighter days.
Melting like the lidocane.
Or sugar on a summer day.
I love you.
Light as a Feather, Heavy as a Brick
Another day;
Another lie.
Another way;
To make me cry.
I thought we had;
It all together.
But then I fell;
Just like a feather.
That swam down;
The empty stream.
I closed my eyes;
It’s just a dream.
When I wake up;
It will get better.
After all;
It’s just a feather.
Another lie.
Another way;
To make me cry.
I thought we had;
It all together.
But then I fell;
Just like a feather.
That swam down;
The empty stream.
I closed my eyes;
It’s just a dream.
When I wake up;
It will get better.
After all;
It’s just a feather.
Old Poem Becoming New
You taste my pleasure
I drink your pain.
There is no cure
For a wrecked train.
You pierce the wound
Within my veins.
I feel your blood
Turn into flames.
Your desire to be
What we can’t have.
Decides to turn
Your mind to mad.
Your thoughts drip down
Like endless rain.
You taste my pleasure
I drink your pain.
I drink your pain.
There is no cure
For a wrecked train.
You pierce the wound
Within my veins.
I feel your blood
Turn into flames.
Your desire to be
What we can’t have.
Decides to turn
Your mind to mad.
Your thoughts drip down
Like endless rain.
You taste my pleasure
I drink your pain.
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