you my love
are the poetry
that spills
from my pen
and satisfies
these blank pages
With me
just be here
in this moment
with me
inside the ticking
of the clock
and the silence
of the night
My pages
some of my pages
you can’t read
you need
to feel them
to understand me
Beautiful You
You are amazing. A beautiful human, every man and every woman. Though our souls may at times set in darkness, remember that it will always rise in light. A balance of the in between, soaking up both. That is what makes us human and as I say, perfectly imperfect.
We all are a stunning mystery, and carry the weight of the world on our shoulders each and every single day. Trying to live up to expectations and what others say we need to be. Trying to find our place in this world, when all it wants to do is keep you in a box.
This is your reminder of how beautiful you truly are. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. Look more than what any mirror will show you. The surface is only a small part of who you truly are. It’s the truth in the depths of you that is what matters the most. You are a work of art, beautifully painted and not by accident. Every beautiful part of you was created with a purpose.
You will only know who you truly are, when you learn who you are not. Be you. Be beautifully you. I see you.
I wish
I wish
I were stitched
to your soul
clinging
to your bones
so we could
always be together
you and I
A million stars
your touch
feels like
a million stars
dancing quietly
upon my skin
August
my love
when everything
else fades away
you and I
will always have
the gentle beating
of the stars
on a warm
August night
Poetry is everywhere
it’s in the way
my eyes
fall in love
with yours
each time
I see you
it’s the curve
of my smile
when I think
of you
it’s the touch
of my fingers
gently upon
your beautiful soul
it’s tucked away
in every star
for us
to wish upon
and in our dreams
that we hang
upon the moon
and read
to each other
as we drift away
with each
tick
tock
of the clock
Love story
you are
my love story
whispered so softly
into the sky
written so effortlessly
into my soul
The Abyss – A Collaboration
Thank you again Christopher for this incredible opportunity to write with you again. Looking forward to part 2! Please follow his blog at https://divingdeepwithchristopher.wordpress.com
she sits
in the darkness
of the night
alone
inside the obscurity
of her cold mind
beneath the cold surface
where her screams
are silent
where her dreams
are the inner voice
of violence
here there is no help
to fight the demons
who torture her
tormented soul
in the abyss
frozen in the
paralysis of fear
she weeps
a thousand tears
that no one can
hear
wishing to faintly
disappear
from hearing these
twisted words they
proclaim
as they replay
her tragic past
whispering the madness
into her ears
reminding her of
the unspoken tragedy
these diabolical
memories
locked tight inside
the confines
of her heart
longing to be forsaken
from this prison
but never meant
to escape
or so they say
to shine outside
into the
beaming light
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