Submissions by artist_darkly

When you asked for truth
life backhanded you
with the taste
of detachment.

Forever to remain
the observer,
a child running home
after a morning
of integers.

Reality,
so very fragile
and dependent
upon the perspective
it is viewed from.

They taught you
that suicide
was an art form;
passion plays
were reserved for
those deemed
truly gifted.

Too much, far too much!

Some days, even now,
the best you can hope for
is to bite the back of your own hand
to keep from...

Time, the illusion
of accusers would cast doubt.
I never listen
to those anomalies that
would invert reality.

We live the kinder
faces of this creation
when each moment counts.
We all exist forever,
here, where our questions are born.

Underneath the stars
titles of songs hold you close.
Your face in my hands
feels the way the universe
creates again and again.

Temporal mantras
dance with grace among the stars.
Closer than my skin,
your breath my terra firma.
Your thought, is the form love takes.