you used to write stories
to tell the world how you felt
twined with pictures fitting.
...
So,
here I sit,
wondering upon all these things
as tears fall down my cheeks
...
god came to me in a dream
he told me of the wonders in heaven
and horrors in hell
...
she steps aside among feathered wings
and in her hands a heart beating, stills.
she smiles with premonition. licking at the tear.
visualizing truth in the breaking
...
what has become of perfection,
tilted against the rose
broken by the light
shifting into shadow
...
careful and departed.
half a petal's width,
until gone.
stained lips,
...
a solid stack of dusty tomes
a prayer on which she built dreams
each one to fade; discard
no promise lived became as it seemed
...
I could not say a word,
So I opted not to speak.
Would you have listened anyway?
...
a moment last night where
everything was perfect.
every breath and torment
amazing
...
your harbinger of doom,
pretty little face wrapped up in gloom.
Wanting your whisper,
licking your tears.
...
he spreads his ebon wings
and flies upon a prayer
single kisses stained with
promise
...
i live in delusion
pretend thoughts that cannot touch the real
the best thing is
my delusions speak back
...
give me message
rhythm and rhyme
and no negative word of mine
shall ever be seen
...
aenema
you used to write stories
to tell the world how you felt
twined with pictures fitting.
now you choose music and image;
i miss that verse you used to share
with me.
nothing will ever
be
as beautiful to
see.
very expressive of passion and desire.... like to read poems. well written. thank you.