I close my eyes and take a breath
finally released from my temporary death...
I am proud of the disfigured image in your mind,
A mix between a vomit smell and a chilly air...
My cat curls upon my pillow,
her head resting gently upon this cloud...
With pen in hand, I sit alone
Regressing thoughts in monotone...
Ambassadors from the morning sun
Shine down upon my bed...
Speechless is the word.
Poetry is too loud...
My reader, looking at the ring, have ever you been...
On efforts, spent to make it, sudden flashing...
Slithered under a blanket of snow
scribbling profanity, as snow crystals...
I've seen you hiding in
the shadows...
with soft yearning, i shall write of you tonight.
the skies simmering away the stars might have...
I am one of the lucky ones.
I do not have to cower in clubs...
You think you can tell
love from war...