There is a peculiar shade of indigo hurt in the sky that reflects in my eyes, as the night commenced with its jagged tongue narrating tales while gulping the clouds, the thunder and rain an idiosyncrasy which I find both difficult and necessary to understand. Did you think I was… Read more“October Rain”
Month: October 2020
Confessions of a dangerous mind
Perhaps it is my folly; tucking away conscience beneath unswept rubble, leather bound journals, and era of forgotten moments that separate abalone clouds from charcoal— it verbalizes the shattered mirror through which we occasionally catch glimpses of the world; this moral culpability, these jaded lips painted fuchsia merely to put… Read more“Confessions of a dangerous mind”
Sing to me with your ever-altering leaves, Autumn
Periodically, panting, the gleaming parquet floor creaks underfoot; pervasive thoughts halting to every urge, like rose wine the sense, the taste of you awakens every ounce, every fiber of my soul-– With every changing season, I am looking for a reason. Boastingly, brilliantly the blue sky inebriated speaks of… Read more“Sing to me with your ever-altering leaves, Autumn”
Late October
Adumbral red this feeling; echoes round and round the colonnade as a gospel choir, oh how I love it so– symptomatically, the leaves fall and kiss the ground, as though aware of all that goes on in my heart; spiritual songs pale heat, palmed rose… Read more“Late October”
Because I have studied him
Because I’ve studied him; know exactly how it plays across chiseled features, this wild honey, this art of reaching into the soul merely by listening— it appears cloudier still, how lips taste like every thought I’ve ever had; this magnetic hypothesis’s efficacious is confusing. Photo credits: Pinterest… Read more“Because I have studied him”
The Lost Art of Conversation
I hate small talk; but if it means I am getting one step closer to knowing who you really are, then I guess it’s worth it. Nowadays the doors are closed, not because of incapability but simply because we choose it; gone are the days when people would engage in… Read more“The Lost Art of Conversation”