the scent of lavender creeps
onto dull senses
lulling them to sleep
annointing emotions
with the oiliness
of feeling
taking the lunacy
from nightmares
haunting night after night
allowing the ego
to dream
of more than of id
suspended alliterations
metaphors and similies
expressing me
freely
rearranging
redefining
no more preset molds
stories fortold
decisions
seeking answers
before they are spoken
the saline of life
stinging open wounds
salt crusting
like white lies
on black lips
this abstract entity
called my soul awaits
for its remolding
its rebirth
from divine hands
i awake from this remote dreamworld
look down at my hands
and smile
for i discover
they are
covered
in
clay
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4 comments:
Beautiful baby. I love this piece.
the saline of life
stinging open wounds
salt crusting
like white lies
on black lips
this abstract entity
called my soul awaits
for its remolding
its rebirth
This is my favorite part. Love to see you flowin.... Get it ready for tthe 16th cause this is beautiful. Weird you and me sometimes, i just wrote a little the other night using saline tears...you and i are tuned into each other sister. Love it.
I love it, can't wait to hear it....
turned into sisters???
darling we have always been sisters, just took a lil time for us to finally meet...
damn neosoul always changing lives n shiznit!!
damn shelle...
that one gave me goose bumps and made me feel all mellow...
i'm just laid back in my chair at work in my own little world right now thinking about clay-covered hands...
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