Anticipation gnawls at my soul
Pause between flash and thunder
Hairs jumping at my neck
My eyes widen, breath deepens
I recall everything and nothing
I ride the burning, racing pulse
Thoughts tear at reality’s grasp
One does not control one’s self
When I let go, I feed my needs
Chains of control should stay barren
My thoughts free to roam
Within those deep forests that
We whisper about anticipation
My fingers ply at the mask
Janis should be our patron saint
My smile tears at your frown
Warm pleasant thoughts try to thaw
Distant storms stir dreams of hope
Your person moat worn like badge
With no bridge we stay afar
Mysteries of imaginary barriers
Built by ghosts waiting for your bidding
I visits them regularly in your place
But still my fingers ply at the mask
When do I dare remove it?
HOPELESSLY ROMANTIC
An onion has many layers. So have I!
A Celebratory blog about the art of entertainment.. *Poetry, Photography, Writer, Music, Wise Quotes, and more* There is no subject that will not be touched. This is for simple entertainment, eye openers, soul nurturing and mental clarity.
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Life is simple... So take notes
Never get lost in the Sauce
Fiction Writing
my writing junkyard
A dose of fetish. Good friends. An incomparable muse.
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
My view of this wonderful and crazy life - as I travel and explore.
A different kind of beautiful
An Introvert's "Ice Cream Social"
We are freaks. Society dejects us...so we find solace in things that don't exist...
Blog. Design.
Life is just a story. And I've got a pen.
Where organic and artificial intelligence meet
HOPELESSLY ROMANTIC
An onion has many layers. So have I!
A Celebratory blog about the art of entertainment.. *Poetry, Photography, Writer, Music, Wise Quotes, and more* There is no subject that will not be touched. This is for simple entertainment, eye openers, soul nurturing and mental clarity.
Views on Football from the Front Row
Life is simple... So take notes
Never get lost in the Sauce
Fiction Writing
my writing junkyard
A dose of fetish. Good friends. An incomparable muse.
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
My view of this wonderful and crazy life - as I travel and explore.
A different kind of beautiful
An Introvert's "Ice Cream Social"
We are freaks. Society dejects us...so we find solace in things that don't exist...
Blog. Design.
Life is just a story. And I've got a pen.
Where organic and artificial intelligence meet
