A Kindred Spirit
A Kindred spirit I've found. Soft, gentle eyes of darkest brown betray the torment within. To be alone with you, if only for a moment- to see inside the man who’s dark, haunting, incredibly beautiful poetry, soothes my soul when put to song. To hold him in my arms would feel good- we are two souls, connected, tortured, haunted by the darkness of the world around us. Writing about it, keeps it at bay - his voice, encapsulating the thoughts of us unbalanced ones, that hang by a thin thread - our demons, leashed, kept near enough to pull out and examine and then put away...
We’re beautifully broken creatures, covered with miniscule fractures that threaten to form deep fissures and crumble apart, if the balance is leavened.
Eyes wide shut, not letting go, tripping over tongues that lie wagging at our feet. Hiding in shadows, stealing away to the darkest corners to avoid …show more content…
But then, again, maybe not. We’re kindred spirits- it’s your tortured soul and untamed demons that draws me to you…
Nightfall
Twilight segues into soft obsidian night as fireflies flicker, lighting shadowy crevices of the days fading light before total darkness calmly descends over the land; and, day after day, I, a mere mortal, am witness to this wondrous event.
Word Vomit
Evil, wicked, hollow and empty, as deep as a shallow well filled with tasteless, vile water that’s lifted by the bucketful to splatter across the page.
Naked and vulnerable, my dark, deepest secrets exposed for all to see. Taking pleasure in deep thought; baring my heart and retched soul; a swine wallowing in its own filth, letting my mind travel into the depths of Hell, only to crawl back out again, slowly Consumed by the fires and desires of smoldering demons that rip me apart to escape the sanity of the insane madness that consumes me, rising upward to spew forth as word
A Kindred spirit I've found. Soft, gentle eyes of darkest brown betray the torment within. To be alone with you, if only for a moment- to see inside the man who’s dark, haunting, incredibly beautiful poetry, soothes my soul when put to song. To hold him in my arms would feel good- we are two souls, connected, tortured, haunted by the darkness of the world around us. Writing about it, keeps it at bay - his voice, encapsulating the thoughts of us unbalanced ones, that hang by a thin thread - our demons, leashed, kept near enough to pull out and examine and then put away...
We’re beautifully broken creatures, covered with miniscule fractures that threaten to form deep fissures and crumble apart, if the balance is leavened.
Eyes wide shut, not letting go, tripping over tongues that lie wagging at our feet. Hiding in shadows, stealing away to the darkest corners to avoid …show more content…
But then, again, maybe not. We’re kindred spirits- it’s your tortured soul and untamed demons that draws me to you…
Nightfall
Twilight segues into soft obsidian night as fireflies flicker, lighting shadowy crevices of the days fading light before total darkness calmly descends over the land; and, day after day, I, a mere mortal, am witness to this wondrous event.
Word Vomit
Evil, wicked, hollow and empty, as deep as a shallow well filled with tasteless, vile water that’s lifted by the bucketful to splatter across the page.
Naked and vulnerable, my dark, deepest secrets exposed for all to see. Taking pleasure in deep thought; baring my heart and retched soul; a swine wallowing in its own filth, letting my mind travel into the depths of Hell, only to crawl back out again, slowly Consumed by the fires and desires of smoldering demons that rip me apart to escape the sanity of the insane madness that consumes me, rising upward to spew forth as word