I wish you could stay perfect, But each failed love, And each broken heart, Has painted you anew.
Tag: #prose
The path we walk alone. #poetry
what do you see #46 Take a breath Calm your heartbeat A thump!…A sigh!… Step by step No time to lose Breathe… The journey is long And the day is hard But who knows what wakes in the night Sands that change Dunes that come alive Winds that thirst Quiet… Tread lightly… The shadows grow…
Being positive in a negative world #poetry and prose
Some places speak distinctly. Certain dark gardens cry aloud for a murder; certain old houses demand to be haunted; certain coasts are set apart for shipwrecks. When inklings of foreboding disperse, Instinct dulls the colours all round, Fear taints nature’s beauty, And trepidation turns all things gray. But sometimes there is nowhere left to go…
Mental awareness. Dissociate personalities #poetry and #prose
What do you see #42. You cannot see me, I am whom I have to be. You cannot know me, I am not who you think I am.
Twilight romance
At twilight he sings Lamenting for her His tether to this world Her senses revolt as dawn descends Love takes over and her aching soul wails She catches his scent in the fair evening breeze His phantom caress, soothing unease His gaze threads the very fabric of space He sees her on clouds, drifting through…
Letting go
what do you see #36 . Silence stalked us It slithered in our wake Ahiss with menace Jane shifted uneasily as we set up the equipment Her expression foreboding, I could feel it too A presence that skulked in the shadows Gripping that room in a vice-like stillness Our very breathing, an intrusion But we’d…
