Creatio ex NihiloWhat has become of this hand,Who's art used to be so beautiful?And what to this mind,Who used to be kinder to this hand?Creatio ex nihilo,A now lost talent.A hideous mess upon the page,scribbles unworthy of such fine parchment.My art is nothing,Nothing without a reference.
TesterWe're so apart, isolated,An infinite distance separates our longing hearts.Imaginary fingers interlocking, memories of,Words and voices, when in absence and dreaming.Two separate hearts calling out,Into the cool summer night air.Thoughts traverse through unknown realms,Searching for each other, delivering a feeling.Times gone by, memories entwining within,Not known to each other is this subtle connection.Delicate as a feathered wing,Yet strong as spider web, titanium combined.Metaphoric magnets, pulled together by,Magnificent forces, beauty and power amalgamated.Cramp panged hearts, pounding with passion,Distance
I'll Be WaitingWhy couldn't I feel this passion,That's tears at my heart now,In our last kiss that must last,For what will feel an age.Your voice calls through my mind,Your scent hangs on my inhalation, Your gentle caress glides over my skin,As I dream of your love this night.Lying unaccompanied,Close to my wandering thoughts,Only hoping...Begging,It shan't be many more moments.
Freedom...Freedom, you can't escape it, when you've got it.Freedom, you can't delay it, for it wont wait.Freedom, you can't find it, it finds you.Freedom, the more you try to hold onto it, the more it can escape.Freedom, a wild horse, you must let it come to you.Freedom, a gentle breeze, it whispers past you without a sign.Freedom, just leave it be.
Sta.sh
