Content
dancing on the
concrete floor all alone
on the rhythmic beat of her heart;
content!
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Content
dancing on the
concrete floor all alone
on the rhythmic beat of her heart;
content!
content
after a meal
sunken in a sofa
watching my favorite show — you
come here
come here
look at my hand
I have got you a gift
please accept this humble present
my heart.
my heart
lives in these shoes
chassé across the floor
chasing an incredible dream
Broadway!
Broadway
Elphinston Street
Keamari Bunder Road
not a single place good for tryst
love's lost!
love's lost!
forgotten land
forever as unnamed
in the distant void of blank snow
herein
herein;
the tone alone
implies a special kind
of secret. Your mind, a blind door
locked tight.
locked tight
sunlight yet seeps
under the door, questing
with shy forays the scent of spring
or love
hard ending
(sorry if I tarnish your's)
..Or love.
But, I chose lust,
A life in the brothels.
My lilac scent perfume smells like
Spring rain.
Spring rain
Drowns the blood stains
Leftover from winter
When everyone's backs were turned from
The knife.
Not at all...good one!Quote:
Originally Posted by Hobbes
Yours, too, PoemsEulogy.Quote:
Originally Posted by PoemsEulogy
the knife
edge of April
breeze slices at harbored
dreams as I run to wayward spring
and hope
And hope?
'Tis but summer after
Spring. Then comes autumn, winter dragging after.
Life is but a weary cycle of seasons coming going now
ending?
ending?
beginning now
the minute it all starts
your birthing breath gives in to death's
rasping
rasping
on my raw nerves
my body's a violin
who cares if my strings squeal in pain
sad song