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You visualise a different person with a different life, while children on the other side of the world are visualising eating no food tomorrow.
Your identity is so wrapped up in the fantasy that your psyche becomes distorted.
A hike in the mountains calms your soul.
From deep within
her fire resides a
superheated love
ready to erupt
He sets the once
dormant volcano
into overdrive as
the pyroclastic
love suffocates
him again
and again
Too much seclusion from the terror of humanity;
Toilet paper sequestration neither deters nor hinders idiots.
As humanity leaves nature to fall, you withdraw into a cocoon of sadness. Not even the moon can console your fears and longing for love’s touch.
a pretty girl, always so calm
until he takes the piss
once too often
placid and sweet
demeanour turns
to prickles and
bristles as the
fire
flares out to
burn his skin
putting out her
fire is his favourite
pastime, which she loves so
A lover of the incendiary one,
the one who burns her shell and clears away
the old to make way for the new.
Rain doused the fire;
now green buds shoot up new life from
beneath the darkness.
Luminous greens and blues,
form an iridescent shape.
Undulate, soft and susurrous,
through the silent sea.
Frost in the morning
A quiet mist hanging low
Gloves for the journey
nature’s cute carpet
standing in the numbing cold
a winterish night
Disconnected from your shell,
rising above the place you love.
The world vibrates with different energies;
the colours and the shapes seem so vivid.
Shackled to your flesh no more,
you soar into the immortal realm.
Thank you to everyone who reads my words. I write every day, yet I do not get to post everything I write.
I stumbled upon #TastyPoems on Twitter. Darla Vaughan has provided so much inspiration for my words through the lovely art that I must share both.
The poems are from 2018 until the present; some themes may be from the past.
I hope you get inspired too.
C & K 