Chronology may not be respected
But please, respect the chronology
It starts with a memory
that I smoked her lips in nostalgic circles of fume
And I X-marked her eyes
And here I am, learning by heart
her smiles, and sways, and sounds
Crashing against a wall of polaroids
as a broken vase of flowers and pearls
Falling in a twirl
Refuled by the wolf spirit I howled
For every memory is but a contortion of beauty
I am afraid, the mind is but a bundle of mandela effect
As a shell in the sea,
or as a skull on the sand.
Night timer, come and sit beside me
For I am the night earrings
Twinkling in alphabets.
To the naked eye
We are naked, but we are dressed
In fact, we are dressed in our own nakedness.
We are dressed in our nakedness. Very nice imagery
Thank you Fia! I appreciate it. “)
I agree on that last line. Razer sharp ink. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you Drieks! It means alot. “)
I feel like I’ve been stung by a thousand bees, and their stingers fed me coke through a straw.
This is some of the most amazing verse I’ve ever read in the realm of what is deemed amateur.
Sir, you are no amateur.
And I am in love…
My God! Your comment means alot. Thank you my friend! “) <3
Whaaaaaaaat?
This is mesmerizing.
Thank you, Adira! It means alot “)
My pleasure
Powerful work. Excellent.
Thank you, Thomas! “)