Clouds push each other around in a brightly painted sky,
The same sky that lets down heat and sometimes darkens to cry,
I sit on the stairs with a blown-out toe
Taking in the evening while the roosters crow
Whispers from the wind tell me nature's pretty stories,
Thoughts come and go in procession like lightly heavy lorries,
A chapter in the book is closing so I check my inventories—
And the light outweighs the dark by considerable calories!
Before I lived I used to exist,
Swayed by the currents and life's cold stingy darts,
To live is to move against the current and persist
Against life's mountains and labels people throw at our hearts
When I found that which sparked a little life in me,
It started up a fire that would burn for all eternity
Charised away, now I sit all enchanted
While I listen to her voice play in my head—
A symphony of our times together and how we still hold on, undead.
× charised — when one is captured by charisma at it's highest form.
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A 100 For My Better Half
Poetry"Summer and warmth spilled from her eyes, Breaking my shell like metal on ice, I tried to ignore, yet I couldn't excise- The love in me that she enticed". Praise Frank This is an anthology to and for one who unconsciously opened a gate which was shu...
