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Tag Archives: Hidden

Snow White

Snow White hiding in the woods Dwarves are closing in Blue around the mouth and eyes Stop the heart and win   Passionate Unrequited obsessions Still beating at the curtain call Affection Amorous poison still throbs through the veins of ruby lips   Apple dusted powder white Snow atop the red a travesty of the animated stars Blinded by […]

Morning Mist

Once upon a gentle tide I chanced upon a morning mist The only place I’ve ever known and my heart sleeps beneath the waves…   Something hides beneath the shore Something lost and something found Drowning deep in a watery grave.

Forgotten Times

Softly rustling tropical trees Whisper in my ear Warm rain falling down forever Sounds that I no longer hear   I see them half-hidden in the stars Drifting into memory Those moments that were always ours Faces that I never see   Now they talk of different things The way they speak sounds all-too-strange Voices […]

World Within a World

Eyes softly open Surrounded by trees gentle birdsongs.   My heart sings along to the rhythm of nature Walking feet play the beat   Secluded swing Hidden from view Lost to time amidst brambles and ivy covering the earthen floor.   Unseen beauty hangs deep in this calming place a world inside a world leads […]

Piggy in the Mirror

Piggy in the mirror It fades so I see clearer Open eyes, perceiving nothing Nothing but the worst of luck   Piggy in the mirror Wishing may seem nearer Sealed-up hearts, believing no-one No-one but their sacred selves   Piggy in the mirror Nothing else but queerer What lurks beneath the calm exterior We may […]

Forever

tangled roots with wishes unwound twisted, knotted bark with secrets never found   looking up makes me lose the spiral of time somehow   makes me wish I’d played round the lines sometime   lets me know that silence utter, pure silence is the loudest sound   makes me think I’ll never have what I […]

Rose-Colored World

sometimes  i want to see the world through rose-colored glasses rose-colored eyes should leave no surprise… but it’s not really like that not really so… is it?  

Hidden Winter Rose

The soft winter woodland grows icy winter windstorms blow Cold and icy grows the rose where it lies nobody knows