somedays
you just feel
black and white
where you only
see the shades
as they are
just outcasts
upon the
visible spectrum
of light waves
Black and White
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Soulmate
I find you
inside another dimension
a vast space
outside of this physical world
where the concept of time
just doesn’t exist
where we connect
beyond the touch
beyond the mind
beyond the depths
of our surface
we connect in this sphere
that sits inside of emptiness
through the very souls
of our existence
the language we speak
has no voice
no shapes or letters
it has no rhyme or reason
there are no words
it only has a rhythm
a magnetic force of waves
that carry us to one another
through the universe
where we are connected
nothing could ever change that
we are bonded
forever, you and I
My heart
my heart
belongs to you
if only
a little part
for I now know
that dreams
do come true
for if they didn’t
there would be no
you
In her bones
As she
turned off
the old lamp
she caught
a glimpse
of her tired eyes
staring back
from the mirror
her life flashes
before her eyes
lifes regrets
fill her heart
her once
strong words
no longer
carry their weight
as she
closes her eyes
for another long
empty night
the final
cold winter
sets deep within
her bones
Inner words
the words
twist and turn
inside of her
clawing
at her soul
beating
down her walls
slowly moving
through her veins
waiting
to be released
into the unknown
of this vast space
ready
to come alive
amongst the stars
to be splattered
upon these
once empty pages
Scars
if I showed
you the scars
upon my heart
would you still
want to read
the truth
within my soul
Random thoughts
This is why I write. Words inspire me. They sweep me off my feet and carry me away to a place I belong. Poetry fills my eyes, my heart and my soul. Not sure who wrote this, but it’s beautiful.
Ink
I lie awake
in the stillness of the night
the depth of the silence
stealing my very breath
my story
unfolds before you
bare naked
down to my very soul
my scars are visible
as the clock strikes
its lonely hour
again and again
comfort finds me
no longer can I hide
with this ink
I bleed the truth
upon these pages
beneath this surface of mine
Stripped
I stare upon blank pages
struggling to find the words
that fill the surface
so quietly
they linger
dancing like raindrops
inside my head
stripped down
I close my eyes
and catch my breath
listening to the melody within
nothing else matters
but here
and now
stripped down
to my soul
stripped down
to myself
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