Poetic Shorts: 2What eye seeIs not really what I see
Poetic Shorts: 1The start has no meaning, Except the end. Accept the end
Sudden Explosion Of ThoughtsAs the thin texture of the tapestryRuns across my tender fingersThe magnificent abstractions come to lifeChaoticly the colors bend and mergeIn a fashion seemingly not of this worldExplosions ripple across my mindSending shapes flying sporadically through spaceFilling in the once empty recess of allSuddenlySilence, Peace, Serenity.All is calm.
BlissBliss,Eternal and unforgettable blissSheds it's magnificent aura upon usMolding us amidst the pages of time
RustedThumping,Through your corrosive veins,To an uneven beatEroded from the wearand tearOf life.
Stones She StackedUpon the hill it did standBlending deeply into ebony skiesErected of mud and stoneBuilt by that wicked croanDusk till dawnShe stacks stone upon stoneDawn till duskShe sits aloneWeapingAloneYet still she stacks stone upon stone
ReflectingVibrant shades of some unclassifiable colourReflect from the waters of todaySaturating the thoughts of yesterday
IndefinableAll the hues of the rainbow pale in comparasionTo the colour of your flame Indefinable
Withering FlowersCircling beneath our feetDissolving with each stepUnearthed from my mindAnd withering as dying flowersWhich have lost the fightToo nights intolerable painHoping the light shall seep into my veins.