This is What I Think of YouYou are, I'm sure, the one of purest wit.This is What I Think of You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The words you wiled cut the mind that let breath
Lungfuls of worldly knowledge that can't quit.
That word-sword you swing pray it never be sheathed
Never will I forgive that evil crime.
The world cannot accept a voiceless you.
My eyes forever miss a silly rhyme
Composed by an almost sweetly hue.
A heavenly trumpet called out ago
The coming of a baby girl did they sing.
Moonlit is her skin that surpasses snow
Her intelligent, piercing, green eyes do bring
Truth to the surface something never known
But softly, never will she leave you alone.
To.Seek.A.Voice.XII: DreamerI woke up in a warm afternoon,To.Seek.A.Voice.XII: Dreamer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the sun sang to me her pain,
And all I wanted was, to dream away my twinge
In a puddle, of rotten essence, that was once my ecstasy.
And the sun, covered me with rays,
Warmer, the slumber was,
And all I wanted was to fall asleep,
with no one, but you, on my mind.
Forever with youI.Forever with you3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was watching the morning news, still half asleep. Sleeping without her by his side had always been hard for him. But in an hours or so she'll be back, he thought and took a sip of his coffee. It needed more sugar. He sighed and went to the kitchen. When he came back to the living room there was a crashed airplane on the screen. The flight from Paris to Stockholm...no survivors...
He dropped the coffee mug on the floor.
They were dancing, and she just laughed when he almost tripped over his own feet. This was their day and everything was perfect. When they came home late at night he helped her take off her long white dress. From now on, they'd always be together.
He woke up, covered in sweat. The tears wouldn't stop...
Nobody expected him to miss her funeral. But in his mind she couldn't be buried. Disappointed and confused, they carried on without him.
The shattered pieces of the coffee mug were still on the floor. He took one last look at the inscription on his wedd