It is the idea to have those eyes appear,
to make men fear
those mirages of the lost valley.
Built upon fragments of the hope and the
silence of grey--
they dearly wish for the riddance of
rigid motion
between desires
the concepts of grand creation,
falling in between the essence of one.
The instant those eyes appear,
we are ashamed of such fear,
engulfed with thoughts to lose who is dear.
hung with 16 stitches in our heads
we immerse ourselves to starve,
tied upon a broken column.
It is here that Men Without Women are intertwined with such spasms.
stared down within a hollow valley
braced upon dying stars.
Outlining the grief and our wounds,
met upon tears showering a dry road.
Allowing the detailed memories of wonder
shower the empty men who ponder.
They'll sing their dirge
enriched with rigid
motions,
fighting with split
emotions.
oh, we've discovered the distance in between
that broken stone.
Men Without Women.
I'm alone.
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collection of poems and short stories
PoetryPoems and short stories that I've written throughout my study of literature and writing. Hopefully you'll be able to see the progression of my craft. References to literature and artist are spread throughout the prose.
