Deep Poetry for Thursday, August 26, 2010

The roaring sound vibrates silence Another way to run away from the violence Breathing fire and our lips turn blue Chasing the beam of light, so what to do? Turn around to say your slippery words Like my hair falls in place for breaking the chords Ignorance surfs happiness while the sea dances Swinging chairs dig their way through chances Despicable pieces, I pack up and leave my door You infected my heart with venom and left me sore The relief hugs me and splits minds wherever I’d be Your love... Sign in to see full entry.

The sound of your voice bites my cheek Your kiss in the wind flying beneath my feet Your look cracks bones, rocks and concrete The figure of your heart shapes down my beat Cause the hands I hold are soft as a bed sheet The fashion revenue colours the wind with my deed Queen of frost melting your words with a breeze of heat Chills dripping to the bottom of spines whenever we meet Pounding chains hold back a future, so simple and neat You call my butterflies tied up inside, you’re walking down the... Sign in to see full entry.