Broken Dreams You are not coming you never were, Promised future dissolves under moonlight, Turns into ashes as the smoke rises beyond midnight, I watch in still motion… What was it about me I wonder... if anything at all, Self worth smaller than an insect crawls out of another hole. I tell you though, with all … Continue reading Broken Dreams
A sharp pain enters my heart, When I realize that you are not here anymore. It has been many years but the images are still gore. Do I speak like you at all? Act like you at all? Did your heart take a big toll, When your ring slipped off your finger, On to the … Continue reading Father Heart
Love is transcendent. Love is a gift of energy. When given to the wrong person, you must shift the energy to the one who actually deserves it. Love, like any other forms of energy is a shifty f****r:-) #IHBirey
Intuitive painting is an amazing method to communicate emotions that are imbedded deep in one's soul. Something happened recently that shattered my world apart. Although it was a speckle of dust in the scheme of the universe, it was a repetitive pattern that I have come to know all too well but failed to recognize … Continue reading Hole: What was it about me anyway?
I wait here for the words to fall out of your mouth, Into my ears they echo of grim and sorrow, Foreseen shadow in the horizon awaits to borrow, One last hope before it bursts into tears of lost tomorrow. Like a fool I feel- misrepresented love takes a toll, As the heart is … Continue reading Projectile
I Surrender There is no big enough body of water that can wash away and cover my sorrow. I feel so hollow. Empty as a shell, Empty as a bell attached to a godless church In a godless world, I surrender. #IHBirey
Love is a curse I know I am not ready yet Nor will I ever be To let go of thee most completely. My love is my curse For another thousand years My heart will burst Into tears. Into years I will hide Slowly I will die And never love again. #IHBirey
I Run Free I will not say goodbye, And let the autumn breeze whisper it to the wind. Deeply imbedded at the bottom of the sea, I shall wait for the skeleton woman to rise, In the shape of a bird. As love will be dragged through the waves, On to the shore of … Continue reading