Under spell-like grievances,
eyes deceive bearer's truth appearances –
Bottled.... rendered motions, crawl at dead slow paces,
that of which desired location has reached impotent spaces,
distempered effect layers' tongues' taste,
river bows hidden cavern walls long encased,
resulting factor differentiates towards face to face –
Yet, commonality remains quartz clear,
a tear is a tear whether form it should appear....
Big, or small;
Instantly, or only temporarily stalled;
Sad, or else eagerly enthralled;
Emotions harbor enduringly within us all.
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Between an Aphrodisiac & a Loathing Place.
PoetryA collection of poetry that has been written from me (and my constant battle with wrecking insanity). Some will make sense; some will leave you with a big ole' question mark; but, like myself, not everything can be precise and make definite sense...
