Separates Herself
She sketched a line
in the sands of time.
So neither heart nor mind
would reunite
and ignite the war
once again ...
White Lines
Little boy with sea blue eyes
asked his world how she
got those white lines
on her thighs and belly
She answered:
"These are the marks of an angel"
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but baby, we're just lines and fragments hoping to connect; parallel lines that people forget.
one life leads to the next.
we don't live; just die. this is death.
No Passing Time
if you listen close,
you'll hear the collision
of breaking bones
collide head-on with fate
as the future doubles back.
the lines told me
to stay in my lane.
The night poetry came to life
A wide-eyed night
Poetry playing before our eyes
Starving for every line
We numbed our faces
And blew our minds
A Piece of You
Swaddle me
Lulled to sleep
Inside the lines
Beneath your eyes
A blue iridescence
Of crescent moons
Pooling with tears
Trip The Light
Sway with my silhouette.
Frolic along my border.
Enchant the grooves of my yesterday's moves,
Wrapping skein through the score of my spirit.
Lines
Paint on canvas
Ink on paper
Marks called numbers
Around a corner or across seas
Lines speak to a heart
Change a mind
Shape a mind
Lines enable and create.
Read Between the Lines
Doused with issues
As thick as ink
The pen -
With its problems
The paper -
A shrink
Between the lines
Of fantasy and reality
They meet