The Art Of Words Pt 7: Back & Forth

I had a dream

bound by chains

found a heart

turned to stone

the heart

brittle and dry

like roses

crushed between

my fingers

a reminiscent scent

left behind

the chains

that set me free

in reality

were no longer there

chaos

in my head

I found a heart

clenched

held it tight

spooky shadows

in the darkest 

nights

slipped through my fingers

no more

in my head

in my mind

in my dreams

in a dream

nothing was there

in my dream

in a fantasy

I found a heart

It was gone

In my mind

awake

in a dream

in my fantasy

in a reality

chaos

gone

Another that I had written awhile back...

This poem reads from top to bottom and bottom to top.

The Art of Words Pt5: CRYING

I find it kinda strAnGe
I find it kinda cOmplIcAted

I gave the wOrld my heart
Threw it into an open sea

But the sound of crashing waves
never let it be

I find it kinda complicated
I find it kinda blue

I gave my heart to the w0rld
Threw it hIgh into the sky
Despite the rain

But the crashing lightning came
Striking....Destruction...Disaster
PAIN

I find it kinda Beautiful
I find it kinda true

I gave the world my HEART
...and I gave it to you...

...now tell me...
                      ...what will you do?
                                                    ...to be continued...





i FiND iT KiNDa unfInIshed...I fInd It UP to U...

Little Foxx and the Imagination Factory: Ink Doodles

EAT YOUR HEART OUT!

 

Each day at work I built up this heart, little by little, layer by layer in between saving projects and loading files.

The Art of Words : Pt 1 BLACK SEA

This is a poem I wrote years ago. I've changed a lot since then...

Black Sea

I'll put my heart

In a pretty black box

Seal it with a bitter kiss

And a silky black ribbon

Never to be opened again

Never to be broken to shame

Consumed by the dark

Let it blossom black roses 
And rest in its holy grave

For those who walk over it

Shall shiver and be bruised

Then only will they leave it alone...

In the dark

My beautiful, little black heart

Looking back at this, I realised how terrified I was of LOVE, getting hurt, emotions and mostly the extent of having expansive emotions...for me at the time, it was to be as defencive, put up walls and destroy any form of feelings by constantly reaffirming the notion that I didn't need LOVE.