This Cold Love– 4 different looks– What a Difference One Word Makes…
EmotionalOrphan – Fallout _Audio_
The poetry book falls, slow motion to the floor
and I take cover anticipating the ensuing
explosion of words, and wisdom
destined to be shrapnel to my soul.
Knowing nothing of modern literary warfare,
I jump under the table onto the shards of my life.
Broken dreams, shattered visions-
cutting me …
Muted half tones.
Hues bleeding on the page.
Seeping into words that mean nothing.
Being blatantly selfish hurts me now.
My mild, blind, selfish nature
wields disappointment like a sword.
What forces your
NEED to look elsewhere
for your princess fix?
my head is a time machine
my body is a time bomb
what keeps the pressure building?
The ancient windowsill and it’s cobalt blue contrasts
oversee the sun-shined courtyard that has always been there.
In the name of being as honest as possible
He’s made sure they know the former reputation…