Ventilation bursts my shout outside the hole
the frontal lobe of pain puts the pain on
the clamour my dark pink lipstick
the soil declining to wake me up
Tug of war.
A lie in my pharynx.
the knuckles of my hand
like the cover of a coconut from my backyard
Hard yet soft
Veracity lies in the mouth of wise old man
I hear, the squawk, tearing off the beetle leaf
in the innermost layer of my earlobe
the faint smell of roses striking off
the underlying scintillating pieces of star
Explosions I hear,
Darkening the repetitions, sketching my faded outline
with the black soil, no fertility I apprehend.
My flaky fingers hold my hope like the sacrosanct dusk, the better is my mind with the fall leaves, the turpid pick of the smoke, pulling strings impeccably, wretched you say?oh, I am just a maniac wandering on the ebb of tyranny, turbulence and war see the pattern?It’s beautiful though dark.
The puzzles cut my thumb,scars all over the white skin,
nourishing I call it
Jasmine, fresh flowers
the brutality spreads now in my eccentric jovial mind
straight in the pond of sinking lips
the pond of dropping diamonds.
So something happened, let’s not say what exactly happened and out of a sudden impulse I deleted my previous WP account which was MY VALIANT SOUL COM.I’ve lost more than my precious 1.6 k followers and their lovely feedback in the same process.
It would mean a lot if you guys support me once again!