I've folded my hands and buckled down on my knees. Pardon me for any sin I've come across, Pardon me for any soul I've caused pain. I've paid my price, I've surrendered a sabotaged heart. I've given back all the happiness I took on loan. I've survived blows after blows, fought few miles more than … Continue reading What to tell my heart
Light the torch in the dungeons of dark, Walk away from the snoring beasts and Turkish Delights. Keep your heart chained to the cage, ask it to remain calm. Sane head, Silent heart. Days of glory may not be far. The sword tucked swiftly, safe by my waist, the pocket knife hidden in my belt. … Continue reading Loved the stars too fondly.
Lathered batter and fresh smelling vanilla, some nuts, some sprinkles and a few smiles of whip to top the coat, Fresh white cream and Mouth melting chocolate. "Friends and wine improve with age." Riverside blueberries or Sweet grandma garden picked raspberries. Months of drying my raisins in rum, perfect twist to a heart made- heart … Continue reading Offer your heart ( or atleast a bite)
Kept it there, held me near. The knocking on the door is answered by an eerie silence of pretention- an empty home. She knocks tonight to not let me go and I write while I still can. I Let the heat of my red face seep into cold marble as I howl my grief unheard. … Continue reading Nothingness
I don't know why your heart feels perturbed, I've sworn my heart and called you mine. There's a different way to look at life with you my side, a brighter side. I don't know why you think I'll let go of your hand. You've held mine when no one would see through the dark, or … Continue reading Sweater Weather.
And then there are times, you arch your eyebrows while a quivering smile wettens by the salt of pain. Staring at the lines on my hand figuring my own tapestry embroidery. "...But not until the shuttle cease to fly shall God Unroll the canvas, explain the reason why?" A past offering in an isolated mossed … Continue reading Another year.
Let no one tell you what you do is right, what you do is wrong. It's your choice. It's your life. It's your path. 18 years you've listened to your parents, 6 years you listen to your teachers, the next years you listen to your employer, your spouse, your parents still. Wait. Have you ever … Continue reading Start living