UnnoticedNobody can seewhat I am, what I might be.Anonymityblinds busy passers by,my soliloquy unheard.
Dragonfire, a HaikuDragonfire is creepingburning your neck, full of deathdestroying your soul.
LossAfter we parted,phantom pleasure, phantom pain.Slow recovery.
Theme Prompt - KarateA strong way of lifeTraining the body and mindBalancing the whole
see meStep back far enough -see this painting made out ofmy imperfections.
Life as a Silhouette of Life !Outline the memories with colors,the black and the white only lovers,life is the life coloring itself as the life,a photograph frozen in time with lies,breaking glasses of flowers to bribe,and rain which showers of empty sky,dreams of life that you are alive to fly,rainbows in shadows are just shadows,yet rainbows are rainbows in shadows,light makes it seen of which is in the eyes,so life's life playing as life, black and white !
A Haiku.The swift hawk perches,on the finger a man.A man that none know
Mountains walks up the mountains !When mountains decides to fly, to the alien world of face thy face, irrationality labelled truth schools, turns down the difference ruled, all of that which is being fooled, of mind, sensation and being you, its extremely simple like baby walks, gravitation flirting the root of souls, countable touch of space and kisses,and mountain walks up the mountains,searching for the home that is its home !
DistanciaDistanciaEntre tu y yoLos kilometros que nos separan
Untitled SadnessJust some broken linesAcross this fragile canvasAll painted crimson.
Tendrils in the darkTendrils in the darkSeeds sprouting, faintly heavingHer fears split the soil
No VotesPor un chile mas injustoNo votes !Se seguiran riendo de nosotros
SunflowersHis whole world is a lost-and-found,as a fluffy littleboy-man plods across the grass withhis heel popping up on every other step(he lived like he walked; with a bounce),he fancies a maroon rock to be a star stone on the groundand wonders just how far it flew.And the meteor that probably isn't even real might tell tales of life in the sky, and maybe, it will catch a fleeting glimpse of becoming a star again.He walks on past clovers, flowers and ladybug speckles,sprinklers, sparklers, scars, and freckles.In his hand are three or four sheets of silver star stickers, the kind his mum used to stick on his shirts, or his teacher
Kings' ValleyHello to lightning and wisps of smoke,scalpels and needles and everything that shares in that grotesque beauty.Hello... Congratulations. You have just discovered the secret message.The mud that had caked against his skin began to crack. The boy stirred, and taut skin could now be seen beneath, like a pile of sharp stones with fabric stretched over.The mud fell off his body in chunks as he stood up. He reached out his arm, and could see his collarbone, and his soul could now be seen beneath, tight as a tourniquet and dry as a funeral drum.He placed his hand upon the mirror, looked into his owndeath-dulled, still-staring eyes.The
Necklace For no occasion she got you half a necklace let you have the one half-heart that says "FRIENDS" because she knows you're too shy to wear the word "BEST"