The sky,
releasing its drowning cry,
transforms the world into a
maddening sigh.
The rain,
plummeting with disdain,
fights the fall but descends
in vain.
The trees,
swaying from the torrid breeze,
shiver and pray for the slightest
of ease.
My mind,
thinking of thoughts unkind,
wishes for better words to
be rhymed.
(b.m.)
For the wallflowers, the dandelions, and the moths. For those who sometimes feel less, feel average. The ones often overlooked, often misplaced. You have beauty that goes deeper than what your appearance can exude. You are the dreamers, the artists, the poets. You see the world as it truly is, without the filters and masks. You look past labels because you don't need validation from society to know who you are. A moth is just a butterfly with a different name, after all.
Anatomy of This Blog
Anatomy of this blog: a compilation of poetry--either written by myself or others--artwork, thoughts, emotions; any form of creativity.
Thursday, April 23, 2020
Crash
Our faces are inches apart,
The air between us erotic.
Beating loudly is my heart,
Your steady breathing hypnotic.
The seconds feel like years,
Time is all but frozen.
Forgotten are my fears,
As I live in this moment.
What will your lips feel like,
Crashing against mine?
What will your tongue taste like,
When ours intertwine?
The outside world fades away,
And there's no one but you and me.
Desperate for that sweet foreplay,
I forgo myself completely.
(b.m.)
The air between us erotic.
Beating loudly is my heart,
Your steady breathing hypnotic.
The seconds feel like years,
Time is all but frozen.
Forgotten are my fears,
As I live in this moment.
What will your lips feel like,
Crashing against mine?
What will your tongue taste like,
When ours intertwine?
The outside world fades away,
And there's no one but you and me.
Desperate for that sweet foreplay,
I forgo myself completely.
(b.m.)
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