3 things

Three things that make a man vulnerable, 

that which he loves, 

desires 

and fears

Three things that make a man strong, 

that which he loves, 

desires 

and fears

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Cuddled pillows 

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my cross sinks in the sea

Mouth full

The salty waters are tears…

Of a broken self

Trapped in the illusions…

of coloured sunsets

the moon never rises

Ecstasies of stale kisses

Your breath of tobacco,

burning in my lungs

Butterfly wings smoke in the sun

Coloured ashes are memories carried by wind

The tattoos are fading…

arrow hearts bleed dry

Cuddled pillows never get warm

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Pyramids 

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Strangeness is a friend

Cuddled in weirdness

Society tags hollow faces

Anarchists in red hoods

The new world order,

at the top of the pyramids

The norms are plagues

Washed away with flashy screens

Swiped into the past

This present is a roller-coaster,

And we all are high,

On ecstasies

Screaming,

Fainted,

Afraid,

Diving,

and rising,

Into the future

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Where thoughts wonder, 

Aboard a ship to catch the dawn, 

her smile cuts like rays…

of the sun,

through the dark clouds around a Lonely heart 

The first time,

The deep dive into a continuum

She calls it “Love”, 

Lungs drowning in a sea of fragrance

Inhale her aura

Insidious pleasures 

dancing to her reflection in the mirror…” 

I am Just a blur…

Fading away from her shadow

Nothing else matters 

When the sun came anew, 

a long second ticked away into oblivion 

Eyes flashed in the yellow light

counting down the stars 

fallen from a previous night

I soiled my feet

running,

from phantoms of a self

The voices and silhouettes 

hanging over my head

My soul restores in The hell’s kitchen

My lungs inflate in coloured flames,

burning inside my heart 

The bloodstream and the rush

In this moment I belong 

and nothing else matters

Nothing else matters

When the sun came anew, 

a long second ticked away into oblivion 

Eyes flashed in the yellow light

counting down the stars 

fallen from a previous night

I soiled my feet

running,

from phantoms of a self

The voices and silhouettes 

hanging over my head

My soul restores in The hell’s kitchen

My lungs inflate in coloured flames,

burning inside my heart 

The bloodstream and the rush

In this moment I belong 

and nothing else matters

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