November Wordsworth

 I am waking amongst ruins,  debris of the falling, fragments fully torn off to a place far away, lost with in the self unknown.  Weak in the knees I know I can't walk this path by my self the winds over my head tell,  whispers left only to broken hearts  if together will ever be us again, Thinking about the days painted in peels of petals and baskets of kisses,  and then now,  my grayscale night,  where the moon may never rise day by day I live on to a hope,  that maybe some day,  I'll come to find that old self and may be someday  May be someday  I'll come to learn that,  "a scath is not some thing that disappears, but something we learn wake up,  ang and to go to bed,  something to live along with,  that only time may ever heal!

Far apart, seconds split  where no space prevails, a heart beats quite harder after a trace of fingers,  gasping for eacapes your feet will never give.  Feel your chest rise high and then fall down below, pressures of your bosoms pushing against my chest,  we recycle the summer air warm deep from our lungs. I melt into your weak gaze, sinking to the bottoms of oceans hidden beneath your blue eyes, before the bed gets colder  we disappear far beyond the safety of a closed door.  Under the cotton white over the placid sheets, we shudder off cuddles solve the riddles unsolved, as hosts lost into each other in the moment we burn.  november (wordsworth) *whispers of love* ©2023

 "foot steps" a nightmare of fear days darker and nights louder happiness folds under my feet beneath soles sorrow unfolds at every thought peace froths like a bubble  esteem pops   along flights over avenues  left only in the past was i scathed footstep symphonies thoracic drum beats squeals and slams "dare not scream" in between my legs the pains are gone still in the heart and daily meals are pills tears never to dry aches of endless symptoms  of a forever syndrome why me, why you uncle? novemberwordsworth *woes of somber hearts* ©2023

  Beyond the blurry edges at extreme ends of my focal length over the far left panorama sights cinematic lights flash in clash with flares writhed off a shiny skin behold I her in a splash and sited next is her next betroth smiling in ignorance of what his immediate destiny holds a bouquet of scathes just like that  I've been gnarled in over the years. Wryly she smiles away her heart thous of miles away in a way she used to smile at me with her bright glistening denture at a swift paranormal juncture  as he falls for her juicy charisma helplessly sighs in surrender softly carried on in whimpers of the arrears of an upaid love  in a futile debenture. A sensational arrow by ceaserian cuts through my upper chest skin deviating slightly away from  the hard forky rib cage over to my throbing heart  blessing it with raven kisses  leaving it behind with, only glens of incisions slightly missing out on the cortex of my left kidney touching the lower end of my ...

Our love story begins a time and moment I let you go a day I walk through that back door footsteps marked by trails of driblets feelings over brims of my entrails spilt all around like grains of sand sinking down like sands of time a one way ticket trip to greyscales haunted shadows of our phobias. The wind seems colder out here quite reclessier in your absentia I hold fingers out for a search stroll over tips and nibs of broken pencils  only a brash but not a droplet of ink with ink from a lachrymal fountain I cast lashes and strokes of driblets adroitly tracing your pretty face into a tear stained painting.    Everyday I stand in front of a mirror is a Halloween it's freaky Friday glancing at my own reflectance I see not less than a fierce archer thrilled more than I'm lost in dread and the unprecedented nightmares  to see my other self with own hands tearing down all that we've built  turning everything around me into a world of broken dreams. Now that I've k...

 Along sunset street sprees  we walk nether silver skylines blinky street lights glistening over empty parks and sidewalks littered by falling autumn leaves  covered in a weak fading haze listening to gloomy lullabies  played by dusty rusty piano keys synchronous to symphonies of distorted old steam train hoots. Beneath your beautiful  under flares of shiny eyelashes  we shine agile smiles in brusque your tender little fingers fit for the nature of my palmistry made just for each other like male to female slots in sleight  grips by tips, slightly so tight like spanner bolts to nuts we right the fault in our stars.  Along banks of calm waters lazy bubbles froth among pebbles cast stones for ducks and drakes stones skipping with no brakes hovering over a silver surface giving birth to endless ripples shiny cheeks head over chest our hearts tell tales in slangs,  tales known only to hearts that fell once into love before.  In essence of fad...