|My favorite pieces of DA|
six2one Plethora fire of fondness.six2one by 48Tuesdays
The core substance.
Clasping adoration closely.
Like a clam.
In the early morn.
Amatory of affection.
Fancy passion through.
That feeling pain.
Agape to all that sweetheart's.
Devotion to loyal men.
Gist of my direction.
Nurture the road ahead.
To organic inspiration.
Enamor my heart
Hazel Eyes She looks up at me with hazel eyes.Hazel Eyes by 48Tuesdays
Widened. Twinkling in the sunlight.
Or is that lust?
She peers from behind the wall.
Prolonging stare into my soul.
Knowing that which others don't.
Do you hear the screams?
Behind my walls?
The intensity that does not escape.
A curse. Which I cast upon myself.
I wonder why her eyes wander.
Into my own. Hazel Eyes.
I'd ask her to stop.
But it feels quite nice.
To think she sees.
What others don't.
Life- 8 IntervalsI.Life- 8 Intervals by 48Tuesdays
View a constant.
Of the past 17years.
8 Different intervals.
Seem to remember.
In great detail.
Becomes the present.
A picture on crete paper.
To my future.
Watching my life.
Run my finger along the brick wall.
Walking in circles.
My PrayerI felt not sad nor happy.My Prayer by 48Tuesdays
The line between good and bad had disappeared.
My life was spiraling into it's own oblivion.
I wanted to feel emotion, be happy.
I had to take action.
I knelt, placed my hands together and started my prayer.
God help me, God save me, I can't do this without you.
I repeated my prayer, over and over and over.
As I continued, my evil, my darkness, my sin.
As though the chains that bound my heart and soul had just been broken.
A tear ran down my cheek.
I went on repeating my prayer.
I felt my life changing transforming into a beautiful sonata of love and happiness.
I begun to weep.
Flying Fish Flying fish take a number.Flying Fish by 48Tuesdays
Take your time to tear asunder.
Air on water, Wind on waves.
Salty tears, Breathe that saves.
Contrast frame that causes thunder.
Razing roots, That come from under.
Floating endless through the father.
Brother flies upon the martyr.
Flying fish are losing flight.
Flying fish are choosing light.