Bruises…
I wore your bruises proudly… It was an honor being hurt by you.
Category: poetry
Melting…
Melting down, back to fit the mold… Little do they know I have learnt to lie, along the years. Fitting, not in my dictionary. Not anymore.
No one,
understands, nor needs to… Let me, tear up and weep with no reason. The answer only mine to understand.
Micro poésie du vendredi…
Les derniers échos, les dernières notes suspendues, pendues. Les derniers échos, la mélodie imprimée sur son cou, le coup du destin, les échos battant la mesure du temps, attends… L’habit de son âme, couvert de longues plumes un dernier désir, accordé à sa silhouette sur le carrelage un dernier écho, un dernier hommage.…… Continue reading Micro poésie du vendredi…
Complex…
She comes, all claws out, hissing, growling… Ready to sink her fangs in your throat. But If you turn away, she’ll just take shelter in the dark to lick her own wounds. Fierce & feeble
True love…
True love, you give without being asked to. And you wait for without being able to demand… One of those precious things that are as pleasant to give, as it is to receive….
Ajar…
My broken body like a dead leaf blown around and about, away far away from the warmth of his ever soothing words… Living on the hope, hoping to crawl my way back to the greenhouse where we used to garden our dreams together… Please leave the door ajar…
Micro poésie du vendredi…
via Daily Prompt: Gate Même si ton ombre ne traîne plus au jardin, je laisserai le portail rouiller ouvert.
My Loudspeakers…
Not very loud as loud usually is, pressing my ear cupping my hand closing the world out the doors in my mind shut as well, My loudspeaker nothing to repeat nothing of notice all played out Might just as well enjoy the silence of the clouds rolling by….
Micro poésie du vendredi…
Je suis partout. Je ne suis nul part. Une poignée de mots, un caillou jeté dans une marre.
Cyranny's Cove 