Slippery slopes
Drag my heart
To a place I cannot return
A valley so full
Vibrantly
Shooting up with growth
Where wild beasts roar
Soft grasses blow
Precious flowers
Emerge from every inch of soil
And naked she stands
Before minds eye
Heavenly traced
And here I stay.
Tag: drag
Red Lemonade (day 2444)
You aren’t dragging me down
Though you’re trying real hard
Crystals and Rubies
Lemonade on my soul
Inevitable rhapsody
What’s cruel shan’t grow
This one step facing unequal
We were relying from the start
Expressions contrasting
Fleeting we’ve gone free
Under imagined
This fiery road
If I found it I’d let go
Bloody singing my song
Escapes and hung hinges
Oiling each gear
Red Carbon and Argon
Wide throttle we roll
The Layers (day 515)
The urge is to cry
To roll up my sleeves
And drag my knuckles dry
Pity that holds hands
Hugs deeper than your throat
Meaningless dripping sands
Innocence that’s bleeding red
Hunger rolling eyes
Still lying naked on black night’s bed
Cupping breasts cold as ageless
And sipping wine with fine dark chocolate
Slipping through my anonimical mess
I die with the tears of acid
Flowing freely from the stone
Black with ash smelling acrid
Don’t lie to me angel face
Licking your feathers and pouting your lips
Desire makes death tangled with lace
Some Days (day 388)
Some days go by and they crawl up the wall
Seemingly scraping together time with broken memories
That pick at your wounds as you begin to fall asleep
Some days go by and drag their heels along the floor
Building up the tough skin that is disturbing to touch
Clearly letting go of all decency and elegance in a flash
Some days go by like the sun beating against a glass window
Heating up entire buildings from it’s mere affection
Darkening skin and inviting energy to be extrapolated
Some days go by as if showering was a rule
Fresh as the spring daisies that hide amongst a field of wheat grass
Stepping slightly quicker than the rest of the pack
Some days go by reminding me of mid winter’s frost
Sparkling brilliantly but very hard to look at with wide eyes
Usually requiring sunglasses to handle the glare
Some days go by and they run like the wind
Forgetting to stop for lunch and digging right in
Lost in the usual games but focused on one thought
Some days don’t ever end in spite all the killing
They make the butchers happy as they sharpen their knives
Slicing away the minutes, one by one