unspoken words
we hung
on the wires of silence
they were soaked
in i dont knows
and nothings
i long to see you
dressed in
words of warmth
and so
i shut my vision
from the scarce of light
waiting for them
to dry
by the candlelight
we are naked
for a while
love is what is left at the end of the day.
From: melbourne, victoria, Australia
About me: i'm a wanderlust and a warrior of life. i have hordes of nomads and soldiers waiting to wander this sometimes barren and sometimes lush landscape of my head. i send them forth. they are my words. my weapon of choice: purple prose
posted by ciggy at 10:15 AM
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
kabuki
i look at you
as a courtesan
studies her craft
committing the lines
delivered
by life on your face
to heart
dancing your
movements
across the stage
in adoration
perfecting my art.
i, your understudy,
gets one try
for a
spectacular performance
in this kabuki
called you.
as a courtesan
studies her craft
committing the lines
delivered
by life on your face
to heart
dancing your
movements
across the stage
in adoration
perfecting my art.
i, your understudy,
gets one try
for a
spectacular performance
in this kabuki
called you.
tears on june 19
my brown orbs
spilled
salty drops
on your birthday,
extinguishing
the light of the wick
of the solitary candle
that graced
my cake
on mine.
i cried for
memories, sad,
of past ones.
i cried for
the death of
childhood excitement
for balloons
and party favors.
and i cried for
the everydayness
of today.
my brown orbs
spilled
salty drops
on your birthday,
for i failed to see
the reflection of
another lighted wick
in your eyes.
spilled
salty drops
on your birthday,
extinguishing
the light of the wick
of the solitary candle
that graced
my cake
on mine.
i cried for
memories, sad,
of past ones.
i cried for
the death of
childhood excitement
for balloons
and party favors.
and i cried for
the everydayness
of today.
my brown orbs
spilled
salty drops
on your birthday,
for i failed to see
the reflection of
another lighted wick
in your eyes.