Rhinestones and Fool’s Gold.

When the sun sets

and the azure is marred by dark stains,

when the wind picks up

and I work on those daisy chains,

and  when the stars hide in shame

because they forgot how to shine,

and shadows as soft as my sighs

howl at the broken moon to come alive;

Even then, boy made of stone

my lightening will strike

and there will be no blood tears

no one will mourn your golden lies.

Advertisements

4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. thesocialpoet
    Nov 11, 2012 @ 17:54:50

    Love this. Poetry is such a beautiful thing and you make it all the more lovely. Thanks for sharing.

    Reply

  2. The Priestess of Q
    Nov 12, 2012 @ 01:05:57

    I ❤ the imagery and the cold controlled pissed off crescendo of the tone. ^_^
    Sigh. This is beautiful, Mave-chan.
    XoXo

    Reply

  3. Mave
    Nov 12, 2012 @ 09:16:38

    Jade chan! ❤

    I'm glad you liked it, It was a feeling I tired to paint with words. I wanted to write something for you. *smile*

    Reply

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Hiking Photography

Beautiful photos of hiking and other outdoor adventures.

Vishal Bheeroo

Scripting the story of life

The Evolution of Eloquence

Improving the English language one letter at a time

Jostling for Relevance.

Or the cameo I landed in my own life.

A Moment Seized

Liam Connolly

This porcelain sky

Chaotic thoughts and fragile words.

malleable art

MAL-ART is about hitting that sweet, sweet spot as well as a sour nerve or two--- POPPED BUBBLEGUM, HARDCORE JAWBREAKERS & WORDS FROM ME TO YOU

joe2poetry

Poetry from a Dublin Scientist

A Faded Romantic's Notebook

Otherwise the night is too dark

Eric Jordan Campbell

it's better if you dont understand. The Cycle.

Liz&Rio

The Musings of Liz and her Dachshund Rio

A Sick and Twisted Perspective

"the mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav'n."

JoeOsseus

Sticking To The Status Joe

clotildajamcracker

The wacky stories of a crazy lady.

%d bloggers like this: