Whispers On the Wind

Acrid thoughts
and fleeting glances.
That’s all I have left now,
of You.

Drink the cool air
and breath in that poison
curdled, warm
dripped onto the floor.

Feel yourself drifting
falling into desinence.
Open your eyes and scream.
Spit out that lie.

Gasp for the truth
trust me you’ll find it
for eventually reality is all you really
need
to survive.

But many times reality is what kills us…
sweet cyanide of life.

The smooth asphalt reflects back the dull glow of street lights
painted with inky rain, and
slick with night.

She gazes upward
into the cryptic heavens
unaware of the chill, the shivering,
searching for stars hidden by black,
shrouded in silver
and tucked into the moon’s pocket
safe and sound.

Alone in a vast cosmos
only sounds of shallow breathing
and the tides of droplets
relentlessly flooding her mind, her thoughts, her future, a murky depth she has not yet obtained.

But with this interupted silence comes peace
a song half remembered
a life half wasted…

The chance for new beginning
with a past washed into the twilight.

Rain brings new life
sprouted from almost nothing,
a tender, pure green
grown from the dust.
Held back only by
the fabric of time.

Faded letters grace her lips as
time weaves itself through her hair.
Fingers comb through, searching the
tangles and snarls of an infinite jungle
dense,dark, and a mystery to most, but
it holds answers.
Chasing truth
something that lies deeper under skin
past the shell
into the colorful spaces within,
hoping to find liberation from this straight road of tedium,
a deviation into light.

Gypsy girl
her fingers dance
claws of red
a burning glance.

She invokes fire
with every susurration
her body, her instrument
spiced evaporation.

With time comes realization
that beauty is not forever.
Jade eyes grow weak,
Her life, her endeavor

The wind sings
its labyrinthine breath,
coos softly to her sleeping,
an unrestful death.

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colors dance
behind heavy lids
Silver bangles
tinkle softly
Her beauty drips
into the dark
as tears streak scarred skin
scorched with fire
painted red
and framed in black pencil
polished silver
and dusted gold
her hair falls in unnatural waves of smooth ink, half dry
as she’s swallowed whole
by the intense burning
deep in her core
a flame resides there
a glowing ember
all it takes is one syllable
a whisper
to turn to something bigger
engulfing her in power
and releasing the fury inside her
to destroy those who hurt her most

My heart is a tiny sparrow
hopping from branch to branch.
Pausing when it finds something shiny,
something by chance.
A bit of gold thread
a set of shiny keys
a ruby button someone once lost
now ended up in trees.
She weaves her nest
with these little pieces of people
little thoughts
little dreams
and snuggles up inside them,warm
perfectly content,
or so it seems.

Her fingers singe his hair
electrified, she makes his heart skip a beat (or two)
One kiss; Fire
Burning, Love
Desire

Silver mists
eternal flames
burning,alive.
Her eyes
they glow,
with fear
with question.
Who is she now?
Broken exhalations
kiss the breeze
and feel the lonely solitude of
tears as they streak the night,
burning away darkness,
and releasing the monsters
of light.

Under her spell
Bleeding Indigo Ink

We are all falling
deeper and deeper
into time.

And we are losing
this battle
against reality
against the world
against ourselves.

We have always been on
a path of faltering decisions
uncertainties
since the very beginning.

But now, it has come to define us.
Lost in space
Spiraling into oblivion.

The omniscience watches
waiting for its chance
to liberate what has been bound.
tattered cover
thrown away forgotten
lies dusty and stained
years of neglect it has been through
yet it still holds beauty deep within
its paper soul
so fragile so weak, it crumbles at the touch,
but it holds power
greater than even the mighty sword.
strong as iron
sleek as silk
millions of particles flash past
and drift down
covering its flaws.
onto the zephyrs of time
they travel
whispering precious secrets to whoever will hear them
and understand.