I could have painted these pages with our picturesque potential Quivering with each written word as if it were a brushstroke ever so essential Carefully crafting every artistically assembled prose without a single exhale Sweat would have trickled down my brow as I ensured every meticulous detail Painstakingly placing words on parchment as if it were a canvas Sentimentally sketching each and every raw element of our souls,...
In the stillness of the before, you languished,Patiently awaiting the long foreseen callNo more than thought on the face of the void.Then out of the silence, the voice of wisdomBegan to sing the eternal harmony,And you awoke from your slumber and took formAnd started to dance over the dark abyss,A majestic dance of rapture and delight.As your fleet steps flew over the nothingnessTiny specks of matter unfurled like flowers...
The One of FireMade so powerfulIs it is our desireOr our downfallWe tried before, madeOne of ultimate powerWe never knew or sawThings would turn sourShe was our creationOur salvationShe caused suchDevastation We are the sunsOriginal lifeWe took the moonsAs our wifeShe gave birthTo girls of worthThey would inhabitProtect systems and planetsNamed The PheonixBorn from flamesTry to harm herShe is born againOne will failMistak...
The caterpillar,Who spends half of its lifeBound to the ground,Or clinging to a leaf,Spins a cocoon and falls asleep,But who, can you tell me,When it emerges with its beautiful wings,Teaches it to fly?
When does a poem begin And where does it end? Does it swoop down like a breeze To swirl around the ankles Of a pubescent girl With knock knees? Is it there the seed begins? Does it shiver In the pit of her groin At the whisper of him near?After months, just short of nine, Does it unsheathe its face And gasp for air As it cries out With the induced pain Of a man’s hand? How many words does it collect And discar...
Fighting the EverdarkThe room was black as pitch, but for the harsh glare of an aging laptop. It was the kind that would creak in eerie protest of the stress it's owner, the Author, was sure to impose upon it as her jagged nails tapped across the keys. The laptop, her instrument of discovery, washed the Author's face in a ghostly light. Her eyes were wide and dry and darkly rimmed. Her mouth was pressed into a hard white...
She was exquisite, a woman of pure creation. Golden shoulder length hair framing the soft, pink skin of her face. Brilliant green eyes bursting with a sparkle that mesmerize anyone near. Full, gloss covered lips glimmering in the light, hiding behind was a smile that can make all the woes disappear in an instant. The rest of her curves down to her ruby red polished toes made her all woman. All the fantastic features, gift...
