Hello, I guess poetry to me is a container in which I fill my essence into |
Born out of Chaos’ night
like cracking eggs on a nest...
Orange meets the blue
The sunset’s colorful mixture I adore...
I always wake up terrified at dawn
Dreaming I was a leaping doe-eyed fawn...
To become a pretty fairy
Is really a wondrous life...
Battered into submission, the dead-alive trees...
Mans twisted form of living, and twisted form of...
Wanton are the trees of bare
Slowly blooming its picture perfect flora...
Pink Cherry leaves calling the powder blue sky
Stepping out my protected empire...
Emotions spoken by my hands
Channelling chaste Hate...
Blow the autumn leaves away, beautiful crone
Blow the beauty of Leo's sign away...
Don’t hold my body made of warmth.
Don’t caress me with the hands that touched...