I'm a poet and an aspiring novelist from El Dorado, AR.
Love isn’t what you find in others, It’s what you find in yourself that others love. Even if it there are aspects of yourself that fester and eviscerate you,
By Kourtney Risher7 years ago in Poets
Your ocean eyes are a portal into an Atlantic utopia, filled with the love of Neptune. Can I swim in them until the end of time?
I reach out to the ether, but you’re slipping away. You could have been my universe, but the cosmos has other plans. You’re floating from me at speeds in light-years.
I. In the horizon I see the pearls nestled behind your pink silk lips. Your hair, Caramel fire burning on The Throne of Aphrodite.
I wanna reach out and take your hand, but you pull yourself out of the abyss, like an Amazon put on trial. As I fade into the shadows,
It’s three in the morning and I can’t sleep, so I walk to the subway. The subway is dimly lit, the tracks in front of me blanketed in shadows.
My love flies with black wings through the night, her beauty accented by the moonlight beaming down on her lips so soft and full.
I. Cupid holds me in her arms, Skin softer than the cloud she inhabits. Eyes most beautiful, I swear I was gazing at Neptune.
The Key? Your smile illuminates my heart, melting the stone cocoon created from heartbreak. Your laughter casts a light in a dark tunnel.
Rick looked out of the window into a world he was afraid of as the sun silhouetted the dark corners of his bedroom. As he watched the tree leaves blow in the wind from across the street, he could only think of flowers.
The Wakened I. Waking up from a slumber enveloped in a haze of Seroquel, The apathetic sloth of a homosapien feels more akin to a bi-polar bear.