O Venus
O Venus, As the somber drums echo my heavy feet During the plight of wilted roses To which gray fog lingers against my skin, I pray to you, O Venus, … Continue reading O Venus
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Again
There’s a tide in your eyes, and several hundred reasons why I should simply say goodbye as I look into the tide in your eyes. But there’s in the tide … Continue reading Again
Shadow
Light fades through the room, drones out the sound, uncertainty looms to the past to which we’re bound. I can’t feel your heart, but I know that it’s slow, unable … Continue reading Shadow
Bad News
Don’t bother to get too close. I won’t be your ideal host. I’m the fire, the burn, the ember, the spark, the flame, the smoke that’s making you nervous. You … Continue reading Bad News
patchwork
Look at the stitches across my skin. Each is one a different pattern: The teddy bears of infancy and innocence; The bubbles of childhood and optimism; The clouds of adolescent … Continue reading patchwork
melancholy
Where the water is dry, Where the fire is wet, A river of tears stream from my eyes. Where the sun is dark and gray, and the sky is mucky … Continue reading melancholy
Legacy
When we fade into the darkness, who remembers us? Are we nothing more than the dust we return to when our time is up? I remember when I was young, … Continue reading Legacy
Abnegation
“Lose yourself in the art of selflessness,” they say. Lose yourself in the art of forgetting yourself by dedicating your heart to the meek, the poor, the hungry, the homeless, … Continue reading Abnegation
hear
Her eyes are a festival of warm tears; her ears are a melody of cold fears,for the aria she once heard has turned black—black as a tire that has hit … Continue reading hear
the past complex
Creamy-walled rooms bare the marks of each year.Another year passes;another year is gone. An influx of new and old faces smacks me with tears;once the wound has healed, another mural … Continue reading the past complex
Mirage
I stand in a river of happiness. Everywhere I turn, I see my face against the mirrors of smoke, Lips contorted into a smile, when really, it is broke. I … Continue reading Mirage
