I primarily write poems about nature. Currently obsessed with the stars and the mountains. I am a self-published poet via Amazon. |
Martyr - red painted hands
Opiates silence the pain...
Wearily little sparks of life flutter
Into the great abyss - chasing away...
Sun rays climbing up
Kissing the clouds and healing...
Prisms heave upon broken shores
Ready to break open the doors...
While clutching me with icy claws
I fear my fragile heart to pause...
Love my beauty
But see my flaws...
I'm a void
Stuck in endless creation...
Sounds and color collide - unifying
Particles interacting, uplifting molecules...
Starlit
Trajectories...
Chasing
Harmonious...
Love isn't about winning, it's about forgiving. |
You can't fight anger with anger. Nor can you fight self-righteousness with self-righteousness. |