It’s mystical to understand the nature of our sun, a life form so big, yet tiny in a galaxy of vast perpetual sum. Throwing out the light from a source we know none with the power of a billion tons. It saddens me to know that in this lifetime of none. I will see it …
Creative words belong on a sheet; they mean little floating about never toasting to a meet. Once they collide filling your awaiting eyes, your mind quickly reveals the light through a swarm of dense flies. Defined as sense, sounds rather tense! Maybe I could run for another galaxy instead? Carrying on to this connection of …
He knows the answers to most things, just a man if anything. His intellect hangs on a flame of fire, dancing around with mystical desire. Looking up into the vast black pound, spilling out into the darkness of rich bond. A place where he can not reach; he feels feeble to know life can be …
I awake every day, it’s true I have to say, an easy process for this character of the play. I’m still here after all and every day seems small, especially when my fragile mind struggles with it all. Up above, she looks straight down; peering at me with a steady frown. I ask her what …
Millions of perfect bubbles come from a place unknown; waiting to touch my thirsty lips of broken ready told. Sip is all I do – not much effort let me tell you. But the sharp cut distinction is all but listening to my needy contemplation, filling my dry levels of saturation. Concentration is of none …
The shade of orange makes me feel so warm… I know if I touch it I will be scorned. So I sit and watch the movie it makes Reds, Blues And a moment of rage. Reaching up with a tiny twist Then Rolling out into the shape of a fist. The wind gusts down from …
Staying in on a Saturday night. How easy it is to waste time on nothing Watching the Tele and thinking about strutting. Memories are there for a purpose of impression Without them, I would be dead, well, possible it could be said. Stick the kettle on Tint, I fancy a tea or maybe a bottle …
Numb with hurt as the wind gushes in Is it all worth this look of slim? Wrapped up tight. It’s not enough against all this might. To the side Against the front Pushing me forward toward a corner Shit, I nearly hit a tree Luckily, it saw me. Eyes watering, Hair in my face. I …
Breathing softly, pink dry lips await a wet lick from her lavishing tongue. Eyes were moving sharply, twisting and dancing as her mind unravels the days of events that are done. Strands of hair so perfectly combed before she lay undressed, in the safety of her home. One hand under the cloudy white pillow as …
Spectating from a window with air that smells safe, people form together in a particular place. Crowded around cold but significant, offering up gestures while sharing something of dangerous old. Draw-back on that warm, soft stick; encapsulating moments that make others sick. Foggy air filled with tar helps display a moment of intensified relief. Intoxicated! …