Captured inbetween

image by dreamyeyes

Deep in between
Engine oil pain
Puss of old love
Yellowing as the
Wound continues
The root of pain we
Decide unnecessary
I am my today,
And not yesterday
I am the eyes that
Seek a different
Love
The hands that
Yearn to kiss new flesh
And the smile that craves it's
Polaroid existence
As champagne rivers
Drown us in irony,
And the tears which
Turn eyes to glass
Belch out the
History of our mistake
Our hopscotch youth
Recycles itself
And the whisper of fear
Leaves breadcrumbs in the darkness.

Red Ebony

Glass

image by elixite

Glass half empty
Mind half full
You are a brain
And watch it tick
The clock crows
For new wisdom 
To be rebirth 
The ticking clock 
Moves with stealth 
Participating in all your mansion
Dreams
And there you are 
Cocooned in the poison 
Desolate with fear within
For we have risen
Beyond Goliath,
And thou our Soul 
It fight and trieth
The glass says 
We are wise ones 
Still
So here we work;
The mind a mule ;
Enveloped in the whisper of 
New dreams.

Red Ebony