Tears glisten, fingers figdet, buttons unbottonShoulders shudder, toungue licks lips, eyes blinkDilated pupils, moist skin, bare colarbonePeople perform desire for specific reasonsAs they do sorrow.There’s no need to be offendedAs long as we’re here,Let’s make the most of it.
The empty streets, the wispy cloudsThe breeze, the skinny trees, the seaThe unblinking nightThe innofensive drops of rainLight kisses, untraceable on skin
To what extent can you trust love? Does it not blind you? Does it not leave you naked and poor? Doesn’t it ripp you off of family and friends? Doesn’t it strip you down of your personality and taste? Who is she really, this woman who lies beside me In my most unprotected hours? Some of my clearest memories are of watching her shine With anger and now I’m still unable to look away, But I don’t really know her…
Jaw framed by clenched fists, knuckles white like bare bones Eyes wondering on the window, a landscape of washed out people Hurrying back home, to warm arms and hot cups of tea His brain like hot lava, wondering why he did not leave, When the leaving was good, when sun was slowly sinking In his bed of roses, when things were not said, when consequences Still mattered. Image @ unsplash
The sun caught its dawning rays In the lacy leaves of the locust tree above us There is no such thing as the perfect weather To fall in love Because being in love plays its own trick On the way we see things, transforming Heat into decadent skin, clouds into foam, pain into pleasure And many other pretty little deceiving versions Of reality. Image @ unsplash
We were alone today for a few hours Me and my newborn child, I snuggled my nose Into his tummy, his clothes smelt of milk I breathed him in and felt some sort of nirvana I felt exhilarated, as if I had stolen something Without getting caught and when my two year old daughter Returned home she asked me to hug her while she sleeps Her skin is so warm and soft, I imagine This is the way love must…
Goodbye summer, see you next year Long ribbons of clouds float towards the horizon As rain falls carelessly from raging sky Broken in pieces by lightning That’s the place where all the tall people reside In the tallest of buildings I had been crying all morning and now I’m at the end of tears Our late nights are beginning to tell on my mornings We will never be the same, you and I Our love is less certain Than the…
It’s days like this that really get to you Make you feel like the bandaid was ripped off While you were looking the other way Trying to cross the street on the highway Risking your life stupidly, just like any other decision You seem to make nowadays; It’s not half bad that you’ve given up smoking But it is terrible you now indulge in things That can kill you much quicked It’s days like this, when sky is like iron…
Babe just launched her memoirs and she Is only twenty years old Her generation lives at turbo speed They burn years like candles She stood so full of confidence, like the Hyperion The tallest tree in the world Facing the frantic audience, reading the opening chapter With her soft, glossy smile and tears glistened Prettily in her auburn brown eyes The applause sounded like rain falling on the roof Of our house, back in the country were she was born…