Touched by the misty mornings light
kisses whispered across my blue eyes
with surprise I am looking out of myself
looking down at me in my dream
I am the sky
looking now into my eyes
white clouds drift on by
An extraordinary view of me lays below
so vast am I now spreading out of myself
I become the sea that is mirrored
in my blue blue eyes
I look deep within
and see I am now
but a mere speck of myself
I close my eyes
as white soft tides of surf
brings me ~ back in
sparse not white
hollow no echo
vast
humming
the soundless hum of air
trapped
with no bars
a hostage
of denial
less than
two feet from reach
I could have been on the moon
how many distances
have passed between us
and I like an ant
and they above in a plane perhaps
look down
and see a multitude of specks
Im so small
inside and out
smaller than an ant
and time is enormous
in the abandonment
distance and time
can be as close
as you and I
Against your night
my skin so pale
this cold wind
bitter spiteful
jealous wind
finds its way
inside me
Between the spaces
of my cage
my heart
a fallen moon
pale
frozen
only the dark side
of me knows you
my night
and begs you now
Swallow me whole
into your darkness
let me feel
your velvet heart
beating
against my cage
Break this spell
that stole my heart
and froze it
for eternity
let the dark syrup of your eyes
fill my veins
You are my blood line
my first breath
my first taste
my velvet night
As I reach out
into your darkness
I feel your pulse
charging my heart
You fill me with life
So that I am
Rising
Full Moon
once again
to turn the tides
for lovers hearts
will be mine tonight
There are two I’s in Origami
the origami Of I
written on paper
I fold myself
inside out
till i am no more a muse
a poem
or haiku
rubbish
I am picked up
a one night stand
by the wind
and just as I cling
Im let go
curled like a leaf
I am
falling
from the tree
that once held me
made no promises
to keep me
I am origami
I am paper thin
I cut sharp
and you bleed
my words out
like there is
no tomorrow
I am me
a piece of poetry
that neither rhymes
or for some
has rind
but I am amused
by all my origami art
made without paper
but folded
none the less
with words
i am
Something about the rooms speaks of our minds house n the way outside affects the within The rooms facinate n scare me all at the same time I don’t want to enter but I cant refuse to not …..check out other postings n beware :))) or entertained by these writings either you can’t escape 💛🐝✨
The room is fluorescent. A blue fluorescence that seems to emanate from the very objects, which are two chairs, empty bookshelves on all the four walls, a pot with a plastic plant – kentia, Howea forsteriana, type – and a thin, modern table with a ceramic figurine, representing a man with a hat. Objects that without the fluorescence, and with the exception of the plastic plant, one would suppose to be white (yet without the fluorescence the room would be pitch black, making everything black, as it has no openings nor light sources and not even an entrance through which a delver could bring inside a portable light, in the entirely hypotetical case of a stop in the fluorescence). One day, some say, the fluorescence will get red and the room suddenly full with monkeys. Baboon-type monkeys, frantic & hysterical. Violent, aroused and aggressive. Six, seven, eight of them…
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In The Hive 