Breath of My Soul
in the cold onyx night,
sighing with wistful longing
in deep breath of my soul,
contemplating your wildness,
taunting and teasing.
Desire wells up
as you sashay by,
a swaying lure
with no backward glance.
While I patch
my empty vessel,
you grab life
between your teeth.
I listen to the wind,
fantasizing that we
are running rampantly
of pure passion
praying for the moon
to share our table,
but our world
is colored with
on empty streets.
#Challenge #Contemplating You #OnEmptyStreets
now when i'm lost i search for you. are you looking for me
us. we. how it 'used to be'.
there was never a forever but i can laugh and say
it was nice when it lasted. and it lasted. not long enough.
i still pretend that you are a part of me, really,
we fell too far for me to remember where we were before
why i lost you. or
you lost me.
In the category of dreamers, you walk on common ground with many. Picking at something you’re not that good at doing all the while only thinking of what could be. However, every time your mind crosses that line of delusion come to me and I’ll show you a sudden reality that is constantly opposite. Something you should take as a slap to come to your senses. Still, you probably won’t listen. You’ll decide to keep picking away—not because you know how to endure, but because you don’t know any different.
THE VIRTUOUS LUNA
When I made my inner senses to move forward
Into the seducing lake of stars ,
I stood there as a cup which was half filled and half empty
So was my mind !
As I marched every step deeper into the lake ,
There came into the view of the only
Mysterious, magnificient, hypnotising
Ball of purity, the moon !
You pulled me like the tidal waves
Into the silent part of the lake
As I stood motionless contemplating on you .