Lost souls
Wandering beneath
Stark white noise
Ribbons of time,
Breakdown ensues
Foregoing dreams
Sullied purity
Blurred, mushed hope
Fading into the harsh
Stench of reality,
Black satin rose.
Sickened negatives,
Displaced emotion.
Twin hearts secluded,
Now and then
Circles of misfortune
Misconceptual lust
Trapped in a soothing
Effortless kiss
Paralysing time
In the palm of my hand
Frozen snowflake, thawing,
Melting into
A dry framework
Of complex thought
Fateless disposition
Weightless inhibition
Pretend proposition
Lost souls
Wandering beneath
Lonely skies.
I have a tendency to get caught up and lost in the world, still trying to discover what my gift is and how to use it. I write either when I'm deliriously happy (right now it's magic and butterflies though that is changing on a daily basis) or depressingly upset, so it's one extreme or the other, never a happy balance or medium. I love imagery and try and capture what I see in my mind's eye but sometimes I just don't have the words...I hope you enjoy reading, please tell me what you think!
