Christopher Perez
Aspiring rhetor.
Christopher Perez
Aspiring rhetor.
Aspiring rhetor.
Aspiring rhetor.
Particles of wind dance through your hair
Sweet summer brown like a rich toffee tune
Back to the place where we know we belong
I hope that we can stay here for long.
Blue leaks from the sky into your eyes
I always wondered why they pierced like ice
The dress caressed your legs, your spine
All of the twine
So finely woven like the story of our love.
Too bad that it was only a line in a sour com...
There they lay. Two naked, cold bodies in the pocketous cave.
They cried and screamed for help for what seemed like an eternity. That was until their throats became too dry to speak a single word.
The cold rock surrounding them was a shield against the merciless sun, however when night came they found themselves with no materials to produce heat. Not even a single match or cigarette lighter.
I...
A malevolent ice king glided over the land
Nature was frozen in place for only a time…..
What was once seen as bright as day
Stands still and cold, dark and grey.
The promise of hope can still be seen
Underneath the heartless icy gleen.
My breath joins the rest as it crystallizes in place
And disappears with a long moment’s grace.
I can stand sill here and be captured by the snow
Or understan...
Subtle abuse that is soon forgotten
The feet bleed but are caressed by the air
Feeling of death fleets with each step
The sensation of life through my lungs
The pounding of steps marks the beat to my life
The rythym of suffer for strength in the end.
Ask of the people why they do what they do
As for myself a run can be the glue....