What does one do with this makeup?
A line dividing you from the world.
Ladders leading nowhere.
If life were a blanket,
as flames lusting darkness,
What does the mirror tell you?
Silence
Silence is useless, so use it sparingly
The difference
You don’t color my thoughts, you shade them.
A closed chapter
As you face another loaded second,
A story gone wrong.
Are you still at the first chapter?
It started with love. Surprise surprise,
the plot had a twist.
This book is best in a library, and you,
can you write another?
His black heart
My morning sunshine has no place for his rantings. If it did, I would blind him in rays of piercing needles.
The paradox
What then, is consciousness? A flicker, like untamed candle flames, irreverent? Why should it respond to you? Who are you?
Free at last
When you have nothing to do, you can finally afford to be irresponsible.
Walking away
Why do you collect scars when you could make a story of them that waters these away.
Love thoughts
Your search for love will never end if you keep looking for it.
Us
I search for that line that divides you and me.
Poetry Espresso 