Seastormy

I like the way the water hits the shore when the sun kisses the horizon. The way the ferris wheel, not too far from the sandy heat trap, spins lazily ...

My dear, though there is a beacon of light, The walls are still closing in on me tight. It's rather odd how the world works, Like diseased minds or love ...

Bloody knuckles and brittle bones, Fight your battles with angered tones. The facade has lifted, yourfaults exposed, And now the guise is disposed. You've lost the battle with Golden Eyes, ...

It's a strange thought that I had crossed paths with such a person that day. That I had experienced such an odd form of wonderment soley from the hands ...

I wrote it on a whim, After indulging in a sin. Wrote about emotions that spilled, And believe me, I wasn't thrilled. Wrote of crushed dreams, Of people coming undone ...

Thick black lines on delicate skin, Crafted by needles deep in. The sharp buzzing became indulgence, While the artist taught patience Through hours of slices And details just precise. With ...

Black writing on yellow paper, Had to come sooner or later. Only held an address and a name, DIfferent day, same game. Those nights I'd see silver coated shores, Or ...

I just enjoy playing with rhyme scheme sometimes.

4 stanzas, always 4.

Because of thoughts. At 3 in the morning.

No matter what I'm doing, I can't stop thinking.