Deliberately focusing between notes held in rhythms,
unfolding like blossoms, relating a sensual language
of music to coded mathematical concepts, lain bare for
the universe to absorb.
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Interior thoughts being picked up, looked at,
other than to remember what I used to knowand keep it thoughtfully in my heart’streasure chests for a future felt in verse asI lay dying in the wake of deaths’sinsistent voice, calling to me abundantly.
Tragic times of sorrow’s rehearsal built like a
within a mind of memory.Stalling for minutes that will never be repeatedthis side of life.Thinking of delicate moments in the end of familyand friends, as they are gently being taken rightbefore us.Grief fills our eyes with their passing, our heartsbreak into pieces of once valuable china decorations,that can never be fixed or repaired while we…
Standing on corners, watching for sunshine to illuminate the darkness as I sift through my mind.
Introducing literature on the tip of a pen, allowing for positive ideas to be developed without negatives.Reprinting them over and over in newly formed prose.
Hiding in little corners, afraid of coming out into the open – afraid of being hurt.
Stranded in thoughts of anger, depression sneaks up behind and pounces on my mind.Causing it to send a signal to my heart and tears start falling.Farther and farther away I drift into a lone confinement, carrying with me no parts of any day.Finding nothing as I search an empty world, falling down quickly upon my…
Sensing an energy inside, apparently from the past child within me.
Falling into an abyss, looking around, trying to climb out and recapture my youth.Hoping to be alone in my loneliness, without anyone bothering my state of mind.Holding together, particles of my being, as I am stranded by myself on a lone shore of tomorrow.
Singling out routines never followed,
being inspired by sights of nature’s mountainous ranges,feeling small gusts of wind, touching interiorly,spaces of loneliness.