I burn away the blood, I awake again anew to reach that peak forever beyond me. Weary eyes turn focused as I see my journey before me. I am calm; paused. Like a beast held back: my body await the start. For there will be a start. There always is. Every time. Every day. My …
I wish I met my old girlfriend again. Maybe on the train. Only for a perhaps a moment to remind me how I was, I’m more certain of what I wanted back then. I’d like to see the kind of beautiful that I was so sure of.
Mother said to never stare… So I look away; Such a beautiful face on the train, a shame to be only an intermittent glance; It is so there might not be a chance: That I might become lost. It is so I might wish for more than you. Shame to be only an intermittent glance; …
The portrait of you: I never finished; unable to… the portrait of you; lies there Still, in a windswept studio Upon the easel, alone. Where I left you. The boatman leads me now across the river Styx. I think of my path back; up through the walkway from behind the sandy beach, over the road, …
a wound of soul is fundamental.. it pains because its true and free, honest and essential. its with you when you are alone. its a disease that no cover can heal. its inherent, unchanging. No stronger weapon can match it, no man can harness it – it is a rearing stallion, the grains that fall …
The year 2012 and I love girls without sunglasses. Let me see through your eyes, into your soul, what is true and what is right, through your eyes, help me find your mind beneath the stars tonight. Smile at me – again I plead, your hue is a colour yet undefined. My heart says so, …
Distinctly painful I know of a pain so pure, so sharp, so terrible that it cuts through the light. So powerful it breaks tears in half. Its glistening crystal blades, swim through me as it shrieks the most terrifying noise that ripples and bleeds my soul. It affects my whole conciseness with a powerful and …
Intensely sharp, like the morning sun, glistering in the watery dew beneath my window – your cut is deep into my soul, a pain severely intolerable, new and unmatched with acute accuracy. With tears, they are so pure, like clear crystal waterfalls of pain – Life is a dramatic play.
Sometimes I die, deep down inside, where no one can hear me, where the pain resides, where the blackness cannot hide, where my tears never dry and nothing is a lie.
Turn a circle upside down and lick the wonderful from it and feel the beauty as it absorbs into your eyes’ inner soul. Breath in deep and sense the flow of freedom pulsating into you. Face the sun and feel the soft rays wash over your eyebrows and cheeks as the day slowly whispers it’s …