As if a single seedling, Has bloomed into, A beautiful flower. Reflecting light into, The deepest, hardest ore. ~S.H.~
Tag: Poem
Hanging my head, At the edge of the bed. Watching the ceiling. Thinking, About all those times, My reactions stumbled out, Revealing a contorted view, Of sanity. To all those…
I dreamt of you, Picking up those pieces, Of shards of glass. Terrified. I’d cry, In front of you. ~S.H.~
It was a long day. Like a brewing storm, It fuels the lightning that, Flashes across the sky. And I need space, To even out the dark, And the light…
She clenched the broken pieces of glass. As if she is used to the ache. Her hands trembled in pain. But no she won’t give in. Day and night, the…
Definitely all this silence. To this blog page, Is in fact killing me. Like an addiction. I grasp the thing that goes to my head. And paste it here. It…
A designated sign. Decimated and anticipated. Build up expectations. Picturing perfection. Only halfway down, And it fades. Like burning flames on paper. Died passion and obsession. Dried leaves of where,…