Distinct impression
artistic expression
fluidity and precision
combined
Who knows?
Is it insanity
or
unique mentality?
Who knows?
The sane?
Butterfly
I hold you, my beautiful butterfly,
in the cocoon of my arms
and admire your magnificence.
The wings of freedom dance
in your irises, as moonlight
reflects off the lenses of your soul.
Your touch, so gentle,
flutters across my flesh,
awakening my tenderness.
And I know that you set me free
by enwrapping me
in love.
Thought
I had a conversation with silence the other day – and it taught me more than anything else ever did – before the noise interrupted us. — Me
Trapped
Sweat slithers slowly down your spine as I
snake my hands around your waist,
and roam the wilderness of your body.
Deeper and deeper I go with you
until escaping is not an option.
We climb the trees of passion as the branches of lust
slap us in the face, marring our flesh.
Finally, fatigue starts to set in
and now all I can do, is rely on you
to survive.
Time
You are the clock face that the
gear train of my heart and the
pendulum of my personality
hide behind.
My hands traverse
your face daily.
Each dimple is a minute,
each smile is an hour.
Each second
is heaven.
Nature’s Divinity
Poetic divinity
in Nature’s infinity,
Mother Earth’s fertility
commits adultery on Time
Broken Humility
steals Trusts virginity,
creating a volatile trinity
that can only be fixed by Time.
Honest affinity
within the vicinity
for Master of all divinity,
who steals the balance of Time.
Wishing For Oblivion
The hands of Time grip my wrists, holding me in place. I struggle to break free but Distrust paralyses me with a jolt of electricity, glaring as he does so.
My lips are dry and cracked from lack of sustenance. My shoulders ache as Time tugs my arms even tighter behind my back.
It’s the second time today this has happened. I’m too weak to fight as I await their arrival.
The rhythmic sound of footsteps begins to lull me. The calm before the storm.
The door swings open but I don’t jump fright like before. This time I know exactly what’s going to happen.
Hate steps into the room and comes at me. The brightest blue eyes you’ve ever seen focus on me in an almost affectionate gaze. Moving closer, he clenches his fist and aims it at my stomach.
I double over on impact and groan in response. Kicks and fists hug my flesh in a too tight embrace.
I lay on the floor and take it.
Then I hear her laugh.
I pray that Hate will continue to beat me, punish me into oblivion before she can get her hands on me.
But that doesn’t happen.
Love comes at me, looking as innocent as can be.
In seconds my clothes are off and she’s raping me. Fucking me until I’m praying Death will show some mercy.
But that doesn’t happen.
Psychological Infidelity
I’m cheating
on morality
with thoughts
Either way
I’m fucked
Bang!
Tantalising touch
ricochets off my flesh
bullets bouncing off of
steel walls
Soft words release the
safety catch
moments before I
pull your trigger
Bang!
You fire at will
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