Distant oh so distant are the memories
and vacant is the cold bed
no fire glows in the fire-caves
ashes--the mute spectator,smiles
The crumpled sheets
the endless spaces of a confined room
are lost in the streaks
of violent streaks of immobile rebellion
Nakedness of skin-beautiful goddess
stirs a dream
of the first derobement of a virgin soul
No Jesus to repent for thy sins
Welcome sweetheart--they call thou insanity
i found these flowers beautifully moving.Somehow I have tried my best to be spiritual.maybe somethings are not made for me.there still are too many gaping holes in my headspace and they scare me.I'll be okay someday though,i'm sure.
6 comments:
You tried, love you for that
they are. beautifully moving.
~the girl FKA transience
following in an old friends footsteps is always a pleasure.
as for your poem...its cool.
as for this..."No Jesus to repent for thy sins"...
i'm here my son, i'm here.
u are beautiful ash;stay that way.please.
insanity seems scary now.
take care.
deip.
ASHES
i missed u
u sonovagun
i am having a party
u r invited
PLACE:my place
DATE: sept 20
TIME: after sunset
DRESS CODE: just wear something comfortable or not at all
de.vile--yeah,and thanks.
{illyria}--missed you transi.glad to see you.
cocaine jesus--*smiles* ofcourse.and yeah i'd love the coke jesus anytime more than the non-coke one
dieps-thanks.
Saby--happy b'day sonovabitch.
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