I’m in the pit of my emotions,
I roll and reel in surroundings of disbelief.
My eyes are clouded by darkness,
and my ears muffled to sounds of a
I reach for consolation but I’m greeted
I call for attention but I’m met with
echoes of silence.
I walk in the strength of my limbs,
striving in my feeble capacity,
I crawl in fainting exasperation,
until my heart arrives at your
My eyes are adapted to your form,
and my nostrils honed for your fragrance. …
If you were a marketable commodity (which in some sense you are) and you had the powers to determine your worth, what would that be?
There is a huge imbalance along with scores of flawed ideas on the concept of self-perception. This can be attributed to the alliance of a…
Keep low the whispers,
hush still the excitement,
bury the squeaks and muffle the rattles,
that I pick sounds of footsteps,
footsteps of delight.
My darling walks in the soles of
in a gentle calm that writes the still
notes of tranquility.
I’m captivated offering my wealth of
You really do care, don’t you?
I’d say keep that for something more
feed those concerns to more pitied
events for they render good gratitude.
I’m a reckless artifact borne on wings
of the past,
a tacky piece of existence, probably
valued lifeless. …
My eyes are stained with regrets,
I breathe anxiety and exhale grief.
My feet wander without direction,
and my vision is blinded by gross darkness.
I was the imperial pride of womanhood,
a bouquet of many pleasures. …
Pride in the steps of those feet,
treasure the dust clinging to your soles,
go past, come forth,
walk, for that, you will do forever.
Your eyes caught the appeal
of a fading world,
you were large, too vast for your space,
so you stacked your desires on the
weight of your pockets…
I suspended my senses in worlds
of temporary illusions,
numbing my griefs with the ecstasies
smothering my sorrows with liquor,
and my pains with a deluge from wines.
Yet my dissatisfaction stood strong as
and my miseries mocked me in real-time. …
The deafening claps of six-winged
the howls of huge blazing cherubim,
flashes of lightning, peals of thunder.
There’s a rattling, a rumbling,
the quivering of heavenly foundations,
a chant resonating and growing in tempo,
all hail the great name of Jehovah!
The angels bury their faces from a
Mercy bleeds from punctures of
The stars are vast,
the galaxies wide,
yet His affection rests on puny, little
I’m crouched in a corner,
stricken and humiliated.
My tears collect my grief,
so the dust receives my agonies.
So far have my steps strayed,
thus far have I…