purplewingsofsilk:

I think I’m drowning in the ocean

From the petty undercurrents

Of femininity.

A sting from words smarts

Much worse than one

From a hand.

The intricacies of relationships

(Friendships to be precise)

Elude me.

Face to face everyone smiles

But close the door and -

The fangs.

A grand trial, all absent - accused.

I wonder: who appointed

The jury?

And, after my own catty comments,

In the midst of the gossip,

I zone out.

Wondering what happens precisely,

When I am on the other side

Of the door.

This is beautiful.

how am i going to get through this day.

the song on which my last poem was based. it’s beautiful.

Her feet like the flowers
And her hair like the wind
Her voice like the chimes
When the angels sing.

She laughs and she dances
Across fields of pain
Untouched by the hurt
Remaining the same.

She runs and she jumps
Giggles and sighs
And the earth is listening
To her sweet lullabies

She’s one with the world
And the creatures it holds
She’s beautiful and modest
And lively and bold.

She’s everywhere
And no where to be found
Not in the sky or on the ground.
Of the dust and pollen she is made
And she is my one love
My charming Jade.

aww thank you ! :)

Insanity and wine? i find it a monotonous mixture. it is my personal experience that it goes down much smoother with vodka.

that my dash is seriously lacking in poetry. colour it with your words, and pull me into your stories. i want to be taken away into a fantasy land. your fantasy lands specifically.

it truly is quite inconsiderate of you all to go to bed.

where have you all gone?

all i mean is: just fill up my askbox, it’s rather empty and lonely :)

i long for your touch
your kiss, your caress. but your
reluctance kills me.

There’s distance now,
Where there never was.
Between our fingertips
and the curvature of our spines.
between our lips
and our whispers.
and i miss
the claustrophobic
closenessofitall.

Things have changed.
They always do.
Time has a funny way
Of making all things new.

She warps faces
And changes names
She’s effective everywhere
But the picture frames

And even those
As time does pass
Gather a layer of dust
Upon their glass.

Blurring the moment
Captured so long ago.
And making you forget
All you think you know.

Time sweeps on
And in her wake
Just a layer of dust
On all keep sakes.