Artist, lover of the night sky, new writer. You can usually find me throwing paint at canvas. Lately I've been having fun playing around a bit with words:)
Artist, lover of the night sky, new writer. You can usually find me throwing paint at canvas. Lately I've been having fun playing around a bit with words:)
A misty atmosphere, deeply blue
Slowly I glanced, across the dim lit room
There I spied you, striking and mysterious
Instantly knowing I was in trouble, serious
Gently and sweetly, you conned and you swindled
Time passed by and my savings dwindled
Escorting me, to the bank each day
Stars covering my aura, just wanting to play
You crushed my soul, I loved you dearly
Though it turns out, you...
you were sensations all a flurry,
a raging scarlet fire blazing in my fragile veins within
while on my freckled surface stung your lemon bitten kisses,
and lingered on my lips echoed the sweet taste of honey and sin
as you swiftly poured your raging sunshine into my every pore,
your radiant electricity flowed in and through
and yet, all the while
deep within my dusty brittle bones
burned th...
Your silhouette glimmers in the moonlight,
It's just us, here under a duvet of obsidian midnight.
The rest of the world sleeps and slumbers the seconds away,
Awaiting the newness and possibility of tomorrow's day.
We enjoy a crispy winter evening stroll,
Releasing lives before, feelings that have taken such a toll.
You spy my golden elephant brooch, the one my grandmother gave me,
At that you sm...
High above the city you once knew
The atmosphere appears smothered in ash, the heavens are not blue
Yet, wonder and magic are still greatly found
Amongst radiant balloons of air, floating gently around
I view this planet as it passes me by
Swaying forth and back from my perch on high
Contemplating moments from the existence I've had
Thinking to myself, maybe it's not all that bad
And I'm l...
The candles flicker, burning aflame
My love is lost, returned from which he came
In midnight my body is cloaked forever
Never again will I give love to another
September evenings are buried within my mournful tears
I mused we would share our endless years
Alas he is gone, gone swiftly away
And here I will weep, until my final day....
Twisted vines and crooked hands
Smoke and ash and mist, filled the lands
Roses of scarlet do cover my grave
Deep within the hollow stone cave
I refuse to lie and bury my soul
Nevermore, will I give control
For on the day I was to be wed,
My dearest love stole my life, then left me for dead....