For the love, I’d fallen on
In the swampy august dawn
What a mischief you would bring, young darling.
When the onus is not all your own
When you’re up for it before you’ve grown
From the faun forever gone
In the towers of your honeycomb
I’d a tore your hair out just to climb back, darling
When you’re filling out your only form
Can you tell that it’s just ceremon’
Now you’ve added up to what you’re from
Chambers of my soul I’ve never known
Open to the world I’ve always feared;
Your secret thoughts I will never hear —
I know it’s over, but the past is never gone
Thank you for nominating me, Girlpoems. (:
Not sure if people would like to know more about the little imp who runs this blog, but answering your questions was pretty fun.
No, this isn’t exactly a poem (or a crazy rant!). Just a really honest thank you.
Poetry has always helped me to keep my sanity — especially now, during this confusing era of my life.
It is an outlet, a powerful weapon, and the best medicine I could ever take.
When you kissed my lips
You shared with me
Your unique breath of life
Your face was so warm;
I touched your forehead. I felt
The weight of your head against my chest
As you rested for a moment
We are not lovers. I don’t want
You are oxygen
In my lungs.
Let me feel the warmth of your existence
Here with me, in this bed
I thought I had said we’re one.
Oh, I didn’t. That was about life & death.
Nature versus Manmade Metal Beasts
There’s nothing more amazing to capture (if we’re talking about nature) than the sky, imo. I love clouds (surprised?), especially when they all seem to be going straight to one direction, as if they all wanted to discuss with each other about how terribly mankind is failing.
People are reflections of ourselves.
The way you perceive them, see them, and can get hurt by them, or feel loved — depends on you.
I hope you can be very happy, J. I have a feeling that you’ll always be the wisest man I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.