MY DARK THOUGHTS….ADULT CONTENT

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I’m in love with something dead, in my head….

I convinced myself on bookshelves I wasn’t

in love on golf clubs,  but, yes,  after you passed,

cast aside, hard, cold,  crumbled in ash, my

heart stashed, this was the final good bye

to souls lost, found on the other side, dyed

in smudges and judges, my only hope

for you is that you find a different

heart from the start, a Valentine to

drape you in red, to open up that

box, and you let HER in just because

she wasn’t me, never was, and now

I know because I let you go…….

*PICTURE TAKEN FROM PINTEREST*

 

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You’re my star, you know who you are…..

Sprinkled candid dishes, lips licked,

dust returns as you did…..

Under gold, you were a old soul….

Now wise, in disguise, you settle

in magical illusions….

Now I see, you were the key that

set me free……

*IMAGE WAS TAKEN BY MY DAUGHTER IN A

AREA CLOSE TO MY HOME*

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ON THE SIGHS OF HER WATERED MOUTH, I WATCH HER PEAK,

SEEK, LOST IN MY THOUGHTS……

I WANT HER TO FLOAT SHADOWS ACROSS MY THIRSTY

LIPS, ECLIPSE THE EDGES OF INSANITY, JUST TO CREATE

RIPPLES IN MY MOUTH…….

I BREAK BREAD HERE, WHERE I FEED AND MOTHER

NATURE STUMBLES ACROSS THE CRUMBS, WEAVING,

DRIFTING, CHARCOAL DRAWINGS…..

SILENCE SINGS ME OF THEIR STORIES, WHAT I SEE

THAT NO ONE HEARS……

I WATCH LIFE WASTE AWAY AS MY FLESH GLOWS,

WHERE HEARTS BEAT AND I WRITE THEIR FABLES

IN THE SAND…..

I LAY MY HEAD DOWN TO REST, CLOSE MY EYES,

LEVITATE, LET YOU IN AND BREATHE…….

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I WAS INSPIRED BY PERSO~IN~POESIA….THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING A

FAN OF MY GREY……


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Sometimes, miracles can happen

in the smallest of places…..


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Thunder presses against the heavens,
a demand to be heard, be felt
on the fingertips of the
rain in a silent plea.
Lightning flashes against His sleeping
face..gentle as the breeze
that blows his expression.

He feels my ache, my
tears whispered against His calm..
He knows, he feels…

My soul yearns for the
person who waits in His
peace…
Rage lashes around in a
forbidden dance, my emotion in
the broken beams of sun
that fade against the grey…

Anger wails, and He rests,
but aware…
Blending with natures fury, sitting
like a God in Summers
smile.

Raindrops flutter against His exposed
face, eyes stilled into its
prism, mouth opened taking Heaven’s
offering.
He weathers a rainbow in
each dying day…

The sun shines through it’s
glorious rant, and He remains
among the trees, the many
faces that weep at evenings
release, awakening at dawns cleansing
breath, watching the days breathe
it’s many lives.

His face etched in lush
colors, His seasons, the eyes
of each that draws upon
His face…


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Arched surrender, broken in pieces
of light and dark…

Emerged on the edge, flowing
into the body of the
earth, encased, knowing I am
magic on the tip of
the talismans tongue.

Woven in fine vitality, feminine
lures, gales of seductive voices
tip and toe around me,
dipping, sipping, tasting my aura,
dripping in colored ethereal…

The heavens pour, mouth gaping,
veil released, white, spiraling
on my head, draped, holy
matrimony.

This is my undoing…my
rapture, tethered to my sins,
plumed on purple lips….



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