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 Advertisements Continue reading feathers
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
i don’t believe that someone can just be gone. there’s a god out there whose 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…
life soars stumbling to the stars and back again because nothing lasts except the pain. goldenchild31 Continue reading nothing lasts
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 – smooth soft shielding the truth lies – scalding malicious a dagger to reality lies – protective or harmful right or wrong? goldenchild31 Continue reading lies
Photo credit: me a swelling of the heart – every inhalation brings. sweating of my palms, of scalding fires when I see you. your piercing eyes burn, infusing my world with the sweet fragrance the crisp taste of something mysterious and new. this must be love goldenchild31 Continue reading must be love
life – climbs, stumbles to the moon. but the climax plummets and inevitably life will too. black and white banners mark its halt and the finish line but oh was the journey majestic and the athlete triumphant goldenchild31 Continue reading the majestic end
Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever… it remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything. – Aaron Siskind In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Forces of Nature.” real beauty elegance can be seen only in nature. the innocence of a rose the peace of a leaf. the … Continue reading force of nature
monotone canvas painted a hostile obsidian with raven feathers enclosing, protecting the wet acrylic pure, rich black one inconsistency: a dirty yellow moon unfulfilled, floating. an accident on a monotone canvas goldenchild31 Continue reading monotone canvas
