In love with life and all of its foibles.
Do not discount This feeling Spilling from Your heart Let me Hold space I have time Not requiring Burden of proof
By Aspen Marie 2 months ago in Poets
The shape of silence Drawn by A single inhale Its etching lines Embolden or Cuts us down In mere seconds We cannot know
Breathing giant Soft rhythmic sighing Taking up all Room’s expanse Nylon skin whispering Silkily sliding Back and forth
Remake me, alchemist Consult your emerald tablet Transformed through Cinnabar’s mercurial cure Thanks to you I am a
We hold horrors In empty hands While theme songs Fill our heads
This is Tender territory We are in They took all The beauty from My storehouse Drained me dry Vampires lurking Now it comes
Why poke an Old scratch Long ago Healed, faded Who wants to Purposely revisit pain To what end Once, at a wedding
By Aspen Marie 3 months ago in Poets
Not all things Need to be Spoken aloud Verbal speech Ceaselessly flows Mine spills out Jubilant, expressive Mirroring faces and bodies
Come up For air I tell myself Lost in a sea Waves of thoughts Toss me about Pressure settles as Diaphragm tightens
I move In 3/4 time Softly dancing in Hollow impressions Larger strides Oblige me to Hop along in his Bright white
She was A perfect instructor Hands tracing Lines across Whisper soft texture Varying weight Yielding best results
Sometimes words are Given as divine gifts Tussock was One such A simple plant Long, rough grass Clumped amidst dunes
