Blue Leave a reply We are all blue But we wear glasses Some wear red ones As if we were bruised Some wear yellow ones As if we were rooted Some wear white ones As if we were winged Some wear blue ones As we are blue Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Like Loading...
Riverbed 1 Reply Beds sail From the sea of people Into the ocean of tears We drown in the bed sheets The world is a dead fish Full of tear-salt In the star-net Of the fisherman Casting dreams To dreamers Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Like Loading...
Stroke Leave a reply You paint my heart blue I drown You paint it orange And I burn You paint it white And I freeze You drew in my mind I erased Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Like Loading...
The Stars are Leave a reply Measuring spoons For infinity Stopwatches To eternity Highways To voices Tolls For silence Prisons For dreams Halfway-houses To souls Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Like Loading...
Starfish Leave a reply Stars burned Oceans drowned The moon discarded Her jar of despair Onto the bird keeper To Miracles Stars drowned Oceans burned Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Like Loading...