Thursday, 18 April 2013

Blurred

I will find your image
And stare at it's beauty in
Perpendicular cries.
Her throne to
Distant facial expressions
Will arrive safely in our
Eagle dusted wings.
Your single tape will
Be our recognition towards
The battles of our Ruined
Within. I am descriptive
Underneath you and lost
Over your thunder rainbow.
It was the day before this one
That told our forbidden
truths to lie.
Like our rain the
subdued continents shivered
With our lawless arms
And tempted our
Broken smiles.

this will be my last poem

so that i remember. because before melted steel, there was hand-made, better, buttered words. we can decide if new spaces beneath me can qui...