You. Yes, you. You are a work of art. You are beautiful. You are the only part of this Universe capable of understanding itself. You are the only part of this Universe that is capable of creating beauty by sheer power of will. You are art. You are beauty. You are grace. You can become […]
Walks barefoot on the shore sand Letting the wind read his mind Closes his eyes as the water gushes Remembers all the faces he left behind Away he goes, away he goes. Reaches the top of the infinite greys Smiles at the new friend, Horizon Caffeinates his thirsty mind and soul Nerves breaking […] via The
Calming breath as I walk in the cold. The sky cast in a sober shade of melancholy. On the ground a thin layer of snow, lined by my footprints, creating a circle. Feet that have lost their direction. No faith in the journey. My heart blue with evening. My soul in the dark hours. My […]
i wasnt meant to be kept inside on a computer all day i was meant to run and play [One of my teachers once told me that an American Haiku means you can do whatever the fuck you want to do. He was drunk, but still.] via American Haiku — I am a poet! I am.
I breathe love into existence, like air through the lungs. For it is an infinite affair, I will always have, with love. In my life, I speak love’s language, quite fluently, in multiple tongues. I took cupid aside, regarding his arrows being too dull. I romantically, express love’s attributes, by encouraging an answer, when […] via