Poetry

Bathing me in a ghoulish glow

Brightening the dark

Staring at me

Barely disturbed

All the way up there

Floating among

The stars

Simply being

Bathing me in a ghoulish glow

I love the moon

You love to paint.

You teeter on the line between

Hedonism and Asceticism

with every move of your fingers

each shape you make in the clay

Surrounded by 1,000 people 

Out of the 1,000 people 999 never listen to you. 

Do you ever get the feeling that they don't care? 

Or they think you're weird or annoying? 

leather jacket

green eyes

 Love 

raining endless rain

there was no one

cautious, I loved it

The collar of the boy's jacket 

six years now

I can love

I often sit under the moonlight and listen to what the night has to offer; 

Sometimes it offers more than you think. 

I listen to the soft rustling of the leaves, 

Elegant

Lonely

Determined

Exasperated

Sensational

Tough

Damaged

we weren't even close to fairy tales. but

your hands clasped in mine felt like satiny silk

on a wedding dress made for

this warmth that pricks my heart full of

blood and oxygen that tastes of you

1/3 of  women 

Around the world are 

Sexually abused

Physically and mentally 

That 

Is 

1,466,666,666 women

Little girls

Grown women

The women next to you

The lights hanging from the trees, 
Were bright and bold. 
And the music was soft and slow.

I was standing on the street as
The street light glows bright in my face, 
And in yours too.

I saw you

The other day

Your face was wet

With tears

Your heart was slowly breaking

There were bags framing

Eyes that lost their spark

As if someone dumped water

In your soul

Extinguished

Speak to me soft, little fox. 

Don’t go yet.  

Don’t whisper goodbye 

To the sky 

When you haven’t even realized