In the sky of my heart the crimson light is dancing in delirium. I peep in to watch this aurora presenting the amity of sky and light
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When I say love, a limpet is what I become snug and steadfast, holding on to our rug, threadbare now from years beneath the weight of devotion fantast...Read more
"Not hopeless if you are less than 21." - Ezra Pound What is the wealth of my experience? I wonder, with what speed should my heart fall, How man...Read more
when i say love, it's in the kiss that forever lingers on your lips, in the touches that promises not to fade. in my firm eyes, that wavers not. whe...Read more
When I say love, you are my poetry. I cherish you from the very first draft, written with my favorite pen. Dear to my heart, close inside my pocket, l...Read more
When I say, "love," What do you hear? When I say, "I love you," Is it just a middle syllable Like a metronome beat, Semantic satiation? Or do you fe...Read more
Let's read this poem together. Where Dust Never Collects by William Bortz when I say love, I mean I wait at the door for you to arrive; I...Read more
Finally, you decided to pick me up. You know, how many times, I called you and failed just to tell you about my tale. Actually, I was clicked for a ...Read more
Behold, the cycle begins once more. Will this be the end? Has the decay of my life finally run its course, or have I merely deceived myself into beli...Read more
You might not even show it, But life has a way of knowing When you're in your boat And you've discontinued rowing. Sure, dark clouds roll in, Yet the...Read more
Like petals folding into themselves, I closed my weary eyes. The television watched me drift into a world of dreams, ignoring your words from five min...Read more
To my trusted, Most loyal, Most hated friend, Dear ocd I hate the way You make me have to pronounce Every little thought in my head And watch everyth...Read more
There are places I used to go, But now my heart aches with longing because of the memories those places hold. There are people I used to love and car...Read more
The long journey toward inner calm I set sail with anchors rusted, Pulled by tides I never chose, Past memories that screamed like gulls, Through sto...Read more
This is new to me and I'm new to you and I use too many words in a sentence to break up the prose and call it poetry anymore. I pause right in the dam...Read more
My tibia grew weary from the running, and I thought of you. For even the patella and the calcaneus share the labour of carrying me forward. Perhap...Read more
Once a man is born, He grows up With thousands of dreams in his eyes, Sparkling like stars in the darkest night. Then he learns... He cannot cry. An...Read more