CemeterySound Poetry

o'queery · 08-06-2013, 01:10 AM

A Red Dawn is settling

against

the backdrop

of your eyes

I see now the echo

was trapped inside

all this time

I shake with mirrors

and

miles and fight to hold on

these whispers that leave me raw

Open

If i am sick than so be it
As i have said before

It is my illness, my suffering

Mine Mine Mine

I won't hide in the cold

shadows of

anxiety and dawn

Smoke curls around my

hand splashed with

poems of my disease

Oh Lover

There is nothing but songs

and plush hearts

beneath these eyes

A brilliance

that when I press my face to it

becomes a flower

These woes

and

words in your absence
catching and releasing

my disease into the frigid
Sun is

Love

Damn the distance

08-06-2013, 01:10 AM	#1
o'queery Member How Do You Identify?: serviceboy Preferred Pronoun?: him, hey boy Relationship Status: boyfriend of my joey. <3 Imma lucky bitchboy! Join Date: Feb 2011 Location: Off the Grid Posts: 864 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 1,770 Thanked 1,892 Times in 521 Posts Rep Power: 21474851	Distance A Red Dawn is settling against the backdrop of your eyes I see now the echo was trapped inside all this time I shake with mirrors and miles and fight to hold on these whispers that leave me raw Open If i am sick than so be it As i have said before It is my illness, my suffering Mine Mine Mine I won't hide in the cold shadows of anxiety and dawn Smoke curls around my hand splashed with poems of my disease Oh Lover There is nothing but songs and plush hearts beneath these eyes A brilliance that when I press my face to it becomes a flower These woes and words in your absence catching and releasing my disease into the frigid Sun is Love Damn the distance __________________ I'm not an artist i'm a fucking work of art