When words flow, when ink never ends
Pages seem to fill on their own
How I love thee, let me count the ways…
With every thought from heart written down
Wherefore art thou, O’lady mine that hast conquered my soul…
With each whispered breath, reciting poems, meant for thee
Days on days, sit with pen on parchment, held with fear
May come that dreadful day, no one will ever read nor hear
Manuscripts piled high, pages bound and loose
Stained with coffee drips and ashes burnt
Titleless and nameless, dates serve no purpose
For these words sewn will fade in time by age
Possessed am I, fingers black and blue
The result of squeezing life from my pen, it’s true
For who am I, if not a dreamer, dreaming
I am but a lifeless beast without a heart beating
The saddest poem is
The one never held
The saddest poem is
The one never read
The saddest poem is
The one never written
Ax
v / Thoughts…Exploding In My Head
Reblogged this on Perso~in~Poesia and commented:
a repost. in a ferry in way to meet Joseph. Excitement? Yup! Nervous? Yup! High? Will be soon, lol
A better definition of a blue blood: when the beatless heart of a beast pumps ink through his veins.
I’ve written a lot poetry but ended in my notebooks …awful lots of them that I’m afraid to post .
Why? Afraid. Share them. I’ll bet they are spectacular.
Share 1 🙏
Ok , I’ll post some of my darkest fantasy lol
👏 yay!!
maybe, on my next visit ….I’ll do it.
hurry up already lol
you don’t like it?
Just teasing 🙏
Well done
Thank you J 🙏❤️
You’re welcome
Oh wow Ax! Just…wow!
🙏❤️ nah. You’re the wow!
: ) love
Grazie Carisa 🙏❤️
Omg Ax. It doesn’t happen often; but I’m speechless!!!!!! 😳☺️❤️ brilliant.
Jennifer 🙏 thank you. But first apologies for the late reply. Really do appreciate your time ❤️
That’s totally fine! I love reading your work! ❤️