If Only I Was Hers – Day 155, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Her beauty…So,Unreal,Surreal.Whenever she bats her eyes,It's as if,Joy glimmers into mine,While my mind reels.Going through painted memories,Highlight reels I create picturing how it would be like,If,Our fingers intertwined,And,Peeled away each wall where our mysteries lie… Such beauty I wouldn't dare to undress.Because,Seductive she is not.She's more like,The stars glittering throughout A night sky infusing my... Continue Reading →

Cold Middle – Day 11, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Beef patties in a microwave for under a minute,What happens?Kind of what you're abandonment did to me.Left me in a searing rage,With a heart colder than Winter's Sea.But,Shame on my lack of vision in all honesty.Because,You've never really smiled when looking my way.You just,Looked down on me,Somberly… Yet,I understand,Dad.Because I've disappointed myself by leaving my... Continue Reading →

Recipe For Art

Art is usually made through darkness within.Motions where incisions are made,Into visions replayed,Through your pupils from intuitions relayed,From your spirit to your mind.Projected onto a canvas of your choosing,Every time your eyes open to sunshine…

Loving Architect

Your architectural mind often wanders like mine.I get it,You like to venture through the universe you've created with the life you were given.Living a reality where the outside world rejects people radiating our kind of energy,How can you not hide within the confines of a place you've built to keep safe from enemies,Popping up from... Continue Reading →

Sizzling Beauty

Tantalizing beauty is what She possessed.Eyes followed her whichever direction the wind pulled her toward.Sparkles of glitter hovered around Her face while exposed to sunshine,Illuminating a smile she would often keep hidden within the shadows of another's dark cloud.So magical she was!But,My pupils shrunk at the sight of her lustrous arrival.What was luminous to others,Like... Continue Reading →

All Over The Place

Expressing my feelings is something I forgot how to do throughout these past several lonely years of my life. How can you not when all you've known is anger for longer than you can remember? And it hardly ever gets better as I wrestle with one question. Is it even worth expressing what makes my... Continue Reading →

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