Fires

Racing heartbeats speak your name, as butterflies ignite a pain that whispers Love and teases fate of touches felt on souls too late. And mind ablaze as skin requires a flame of tongues to soothe these fires that promises have slipped between eternity I'd never seen. A body open- yours to take, a foolish sweetened... Continue Reading →

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My Storm

Across a tightrope I have walked, with fallen angels I have talked. A soul I had, but kept it mine, for Purer Me I built a shrine. My innocence was ripped from me, I let it happen carelessly, as piece by piece my Self was cracked, I mourned the sanity I lacked. A million Lefts... Continue Reading →

Fiery Fairy Tale

Once upon a time and ... things There was a girl with fiery wings, And then those wings were clipped and gone, Her light extinguished, never shone. And then... I think the story goes, Those wings grew back (Sshh, no one knows) For someone fairy-tale-like kissed The tender part that others missed, And in a... Continue Reading →

Things I’ll Never Say

Words of infinity torture my sense, as I pay for mistakes with a steep recompense. And I never will show you the tears that may fall, as I gift you my Love and a kiss with my all. And the heartbreak that lives in my veins I won't tell, since you tripped up my soul... Continue Reading →

The Connection of Us

Words do come easily to me I won't deny it. There used to be days when I was lost for words, but they would always come back. Sometimes a little darker than when they left. Those days, I would let the words come out in slow, painful drip drop drips until I had bled out... Continue Reading →

A Ceiling of Flaws

Above me a ceiling all painted in flaws, They colour my actions and lock tight my doors. It threatens to crush me, this weight from above, The past looks down mocking and stealing my love. A skylight has opened,¬† It's time, don't you think You've covered old patterns in poetic ink Above me a ceiling... Continue Reading →

This… poetry

This poetry is hard to grasp, encased¬† and held by golden clasp. It comes to me in shouting screams and pulls apart my mind-heart's seams. It beats against my head and yet, when poetry and I we met, still young and not yet broken me (my rhythmic rhymes it helped me see) became enveloped in... Continue Reading →

My Heartbeat

No life force blood would course my veins, Vindictive knives would cause me pains,¬† And empty would my soul soon be, If far from away you drift from me. My appetite would suffer too, If I'm deprived a taste of you, And languid breaths would soon desist If for my love, you won't persist. My... Continue Reading →

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