A
soft
ripple
shifting
beside us
inside time
outside mine
creating slides
falling downside
up and out-lifting
slipping seconding
minutely bleed fine
slowing soft sheens
gradually reverses
unrehearsed lines
drifting internal
infernal dying
denying sift
and scour
last hour
bending
curving
stirring
slurring
wording
returning
a parabolic
parasite light
night flies wait
in-satiate blurring
until suddenly cuts.
to never be a human in someone's eyes... to feel like a thing meant to be used and played with... to feel like you are all you physically
I wish to be finally over this soul bronchitis But it's funny because as much as I hate it it also ignites this: Drive in myself to be a better driver of the mind I can't contain
An agreement made before our boon We learn the end before the rules We’re reminded how we’ll be there soon And left to fight with inadequate tools
they say feelings come and feelings go, so why must I suffer so? these feelings, just never go away, the more I ignore them, the farther I stray.
Oh what a muse this castle be, deep in the forest of evergreen-sun beams, for eyes to please; Yet, this castle, was a trip to dare, in all its hassle of getting there – Yet, fair, so beautifully vivid in sunlight glare. Such a place for poetic bliss, while this pen slings feelings of kiss!
I don't know how it changed, Conversations went away, know one wants to talk anymore, Its all about Facetime, Facebook, or Tweeting,
