Bitter patter
With wings once made of morning dew Every feather burnt in ink trails When the soul cries where the flesh fails Bones breaking, just one or two
By Viliabout 12 hours ago in Poets
From your collar to mine Nerves adrift and my diverging skin of landmines I lost myself to an ocean of kindness Oh my love would you look at the mess
By Vili2 months ago in Poets
March Through the gates opening to a sea of spears Thirty knives on spikes singing the wind piercing my ears Hitting me unprepared oh I wish I'd left
By Vili3 months ago in Poets
Lover, lover, pinned me to the cold bed, You gave, and took, more than you knew you could, I took, I gave, more than I feared I would,
By Vili5 months ago in Poets
One last look at the trail of fire Left by other people's desire Was it worth it? She'll ask "Every second" as I fall asleep
By Vili6 months ago in Poets
Today upon the stairs, I took a step and missed, Rolled down upwards tempests, just to land in hot sand, Welcomed by friendly pests, and the king in the land,
Warm surface, cold skin Remember the snow to come Wrecked sun, loving flow
Digging at midnight Nobody hides no bodies And the dust is gone
Bitter staccato I know it ends like a dream Suns lying to me
A bloated bag of bones was placed under the light For me to identify, but mother sea gnaws faiths and faces How could I know if I just stared?
Hiding in my room Angry steps, a thousand fists No soul, yet it smiles
I know the earth, its gentle flow Its soft touch and its blanket A sea of leaves chirping perfumes Its armada of thieves and friends
