Write-to-Come-Back

Trending: Romance The skies lark, pristine and golden Stirring to life those fortunately unbroken Hopefulness breeds, like a fiendish youth Rife with a hunger so savage and uncouth Trending: Ease Nestled beneath your heavy elation Solitude spawns its heavenly sensation Tracing your walls with sinful desperation You’re body churns, full on jubilation Trending: Strength She strides with certainty boiling within Brandish a solace, which knows no twin How she braves the crude, and callously bold As a luminous wander, carving gallantly through the cold Trending: Dreams Our own we hold Trickling into clarity the less we fold Fire

Every faulty curve Every foul inch, thrives on in verse! It is of my own blood My own sun kissed flesh and bone My pride and joy My drive to press onward "To the masses of nightly wanderers Artisans bound to creation! Cling tight to your masterful seed! The best of your works Hoist them high, and cry dedication! Devotion, obsession, life, death!" It is your entirety A manifestation of yourself Living breathing, glistening with pride Long awaiting their legions of kin! Reap the fruits Conjured from the silent breeze Out of sheer nothingness Enwoven into excellence

he looks like a broken cup of tea again. cigarettes hang from his fingers. he's blown through three in a matter of minutes. i want to sit him down on the couch and peel back his skin until i can find all his broken bones. i want to stitch him back together. i want to make him okay. he's never been the victim in our relationship. he's never been bruised and swollen and burnt out. i'm nervous. he walks back in and i'm a vulture. i move toward him, ready to hug him. he pushes me away. angry. okay. hold onto that anger. hold onto that disgust. he doesn't have to feel the pain yet. at least he's feeling something. 'leave me alone.' i flutter

One fine day, i'll hold my own I will shine the clearer High noon or low evening The world will share everlasting peace Forever cleansed of worry and strife Until that day I will not tremble nor waver But stand firm, for the many I hold dear Through battered limbs Bloodletting and bruising My pulsating cause shall beckon eternity Until that day I will struggle for miles Flock to the needy for them to follow Follow to lead Their legion of kin The multitudes of greatness True builders of eternity We are your living, breathing destiny

strip us down of our most basic addictions and feel the primal roar in our guts as we lick our miserable wounds saddened and lurched in a corner staring lingeringly at each other and this could be our demise, he prowls with those eyes all aglitter with spite. we are so much stronger than this, than the smoke that clings to the contours of our bones on cold winter nights blanked out with frosty stars, than the delicious home cooked meals that mock our family wishes hinting at the top of the tree. we are going to triumph over the monsters that gnaw and chew on our memories and we are going to stay in love because we have defeated

Tears of joy, stream down the face of paradise Ravaging our mothers, with infinite divine bliss A queen of all muse, she relished in this moment Brought her most charitable gift In the midst of weeping forefathers Forever lost in their jubilation A storm brewed in his youthful lungs Bolts of lightening, illuminating his stoic heart He awaits days of glory, the world set ablaze Trembling at words of a docile sage Bells rang with gratitude for loving matriarch Echoing through the hills and low valleys of his mind As light ascends for darkness Drawing in the new day Gardens of April, teaming with love Swelling passions, to full e

Once fleeting ships, reunite anxious lovers Their joyous squeals, forever float serene Father showers kin with affection Cast his rage across the blackened sea A frigid hell storm, baptized him in blood Shed all of his innocence, in the midst of the vengeful reaper The faint gasps, of fallen comrades, stay trapped in his nightly visions Lush melodies of spring, fell from his lips Walls coveted, by this forgotten hymn of loyalty Driven the wayward and confused, to bountiful plunder These horrors of war, may melt away in the beating sun The haunting patter of boots, stormed the walls of his fragile mind Tore brides away, from the q

I straddle the peak of this roof. Nightbright snow burns my unshoed feet & they burn it back. I shiver at the effort of this white-on-white battle to-the-death. I quiver until the shingles scrape at my toes. Stiffly these legs obey my orders & climb the bloody chimney. The wind silences my pleas for mercy, yet I unfold myself into a bird & then into a diver. Cupping my hands I feverishly scratch at peeling-paint clouds; these crumble and flake to the ground. One heavensent gust collects under the swan feathers tied in my hair & I ascend owl-eyed to the top of this night. Crashing in through the scab I picked open, I land with a

Swollen pests, grovel in streets of gold Wings a flutter at fallen treats The wealthy and rotund, envy of men in bondage Chains and whips, whistling night and day Mighty dreams and robust aspirations Prisoners to wither away in the rising heat Never to blossom into the exotic range of colors Gracing the world with her sublime wonders Denied, are the assets vital to flourishing The seekers, branded and carved by brutality Heathen! Savage! Beast! Shackled to the searing hot motor Condemned by hypocritical justice Before enlightenment, night reigns supreme Conniving and treacherous Leaving minds vulnerable to sin A precious di