oh romeo, why must you be born a montague? ©contra, 2016

they say to be soft is to be powerful but it gets harder to believe that every passing day

"and in the end, we were all just humans...drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness" -f. scott fitzgerald

poetry by a painter who now paints her art in words "we tread too loudly, too violently on our earth. we smear our dark, ugly night all over the canvas and call it art." #80 in poetry [12/22/16] | © 2016 lookforthatlight

I can taste the revolution on your skin 2016, adriana © (p #58- 040117)

When I can't do anything else, I write poems. [Became #1 in Poetry a long time ago]

there are plenty of words that rhyme with moon.

there are plenty of words that rhyme with sun. [sequel to rhymes with moon]

I kiss your eyes so you will recognise me 2016, adriana © (p #48 - 140117)

she waned and waxed like light filtering through a window, chained to nothing but a fate of drifting. he, boy of tragedy and curses, could only grasp for her warmth. he floated on the waves of fate -- still no home in sight. she the goddess and he the loathed; what a beautiful calamity that made.