19 words
The soft rhythm of mechanical breaths layered under hollow bursts of electric heartbeat: the sinister harmonies of lingering life. Continue reading 19 words
Category: poetry
to be loved
love is torture concealed in sweet coatings but beneath the surface something wicked brews love isn’t real it disappoints falling short of expectations. i envy those who are deceived love feels real almost alive – a bouquet of roses cut from their stems. but the flowers always die. so someone tell me what it is like to be truly loved? … Continue reading to be loved
feathers
plumes of white wistful softness the machines of feathered flights adorning the wings of floating angels sailing on breathy winds silken tufts cloaking the barren creature lightly a coat of weightless warmth feathers. -goldenchild31 Continue reading feathers
aching heart
an aching heart doesn’t just go away. even though you want it to. it sits there, eternally rotting – a fruit green with envy, jealousy. grown and nurtured by the fear inside of you. you can’t turn off an aching heart. it hangs like a weight from that beating organ so that soon enough, it pulses faster and harder than in should even in the … Continue reading aching heart
if what they say is true…
i don’t believe that someone can just be gone. there’s a god out there who’s taken her because he couldn’t bear to be without her. i know it. i don’t believe that someone you love can just disappear from your life. because what, then is the point? i don’t believe that in a split second all your loving and all your hating can … Continue reading if what they say is true…
nothing lasts
life soars stumbling to the stars and back again because nothing lasts except the pain. goldenchild31 Continue reading nothing lasts
cry me a river
river bends inked with glistening pearls of water – hydrogen, oxygen that when separated are life taking, life giving. and together, life itself. river bends caressed by steady flows of water that swim protected by clouds of flowering yellows pinks blues purples. by towering trees on bladed greens in crumbling browns. but now that’s all they are – memories of colour. river bends … Continue reading cry me a river
greed
A pack of wolves we are hungrily searching any order lost in our frenzy to find you I cradle the bundle to my chest, threadbare cloth providing her little protection from the elements. My baby drifts through the breaches of sleep and agonising consciousness. Frayed and tattered we are our minds diseased by the dangerous lust you radiate Limply lies a paper cup, an extension … Continue reading greed
lies
lies – smooth soft shielding the truth lies – scalding malicious a dagger to reality lies – protective or harmful right or wrong? goldenchild31 Continue reading lies
imperfect
lemon smile you bear a disposition of ignorance of beauty your vibrant arms enclose me an embrace of warmth melting the frost layered upon me in a cold world without you vivid ablaze with perfection what would this world be? frozen, numbed no sun to thaw the envy the bitterness the betrayal the imperfection of humanity Olivia, writing (and photographing) on a whim… Continue reading imperfect
the undergrowth. 