Stay open, you anemone
You are beautiful and the colors of you will attract the dangers of wanting. Accept this, and offer the comfort of home to those who seek it inside of you...
Sir Francois Bacon-Trifles like straws upon the surface flow, he who would search for pearls must dive below.
Poetic justice in a mindful array of thoughts, you might say, in turn weigh you down when negative or distraught, quotes
un-prodden never opened or moved, ones heart may beat...
Darkness overcomes and then you finally succumb, to the needs of others. It's hard to know, that all you can show, is a heart torn and twisted. Deep down inside, your soul slowly...
(c) 2015 by Edward York
Your life ended when you were young,
And you never got to be.
So many things you never had,
And never got to see.
Even though protected as much we...
A cigarette scented kiss.
The Burn reminds me
Life is dark,..
(One of many ways the
Jolly Monster made his
Pain ...A Cigarette Scented
You... by moiMusic: On the shore... Slow SkiesSilver and gold lights on a mountain sideAll along the ridge in evening down,To purse a closer perspective,Reaching out to touch your...
Who am I kidding?
Two weeks have spanned since I saw you last,
And I almost have come to believe
That I'm no longer at the mercy of my pointless crush,
No longer my heart do I...
Looking Into My Heart...
Looking into my heart, I wonder what you will see.
You won't see Love
and you won't see flowers.
You won't see something pretty
You will see...
The goddess of my world. I'm trapped between pages and underneath words. your beauty, your love, your warmth is a breath of fresh air to my lungs. It breathes new life into a story...
AN OLD MAN’S FLAG
(c) 2015 by Edward York.
The old man sat on his porch each day,
As he rocked away in his chair.
And the flag that he always proudly flew,
Was waving ripples in...
My little shorty.
Years since i last saw him
Years since i accost him last.
I used to give him my time,
my love and my heart.
Never once did he welcome,
did he even acknowledge...
Lonely girl at a table with an empty chair
shivers as cold fingers strokes through her hair
She's at a café at the end of an unknown street
where the only sounds are the echoes...
Ready for change
I dream of higher things, as I climb over these mountains that crowd the path that I walk on, wondering hoping praying that the rain will stop and the sun will...
The things of youth we once cherished,
And thought were important to keep.
Were nothing more than superficial,
And faded away in our sleep.
Our looks is not what’s...
Message me and I will send you some of mine! I write darker than some others!
"Murdered Love" She loved you with her everything but you never seemed to listen, every heart beat she had wasn't ever chosen but given
Darkness in my eyes pain in my heart
Blood dripping out my arms, falling apart
Screaming within, love, hate and fire
Come wash away my sins, show me desire
Take my hand , lead me...
I will give you my beating heart
To save your life
Help you through struggles, heartbreak and strife
I'll always be here when you need to cry
Shower you with love and affection...
(This is more made to be like a song)
She roams the streets
Looking for a victim, hiding from conviction
Sharp claws drag along the road
The eery scraping echoes...