Eyes Vol.9: The Eye of the Spiral
What do i do?
Question everything? Each step is in a different direction I don't stop when i hit a wall Looking at it as another surface to walk on Reassuring myself Could it? It could? At once all be dismissed But i'd rather spark this argument Breaking the bondage With eyes closed Interrogating my curiosities My bleeding mind overflows Who is she? Is she me? He who truly believes anything Has been mislead Salty tears Are they shed for me? Is there a Galaxy in every drop? Speaking silence An anxious assault Revealing to me An unseen direction A camera flash carries me back To a place that i had forgotten One in which I've always been
With our hands pressed together
Your fingers sink into a hole in my palm I can feel your arms reaching up the length of mine We melt down into a single mold becoming Amazement An ever evolving Cocoon
Burning Cold
Your icy fingers Trace a trail From the bottom of my back To the top of my neck The hairs are standing straight up Waiting to greet you Your other hand rests on my forehead Where life once again began to live This time inside of this scull Take a few steps back This isn't where you've always stood Jump forward A relapse trap Showing you yourself Before you started We are together We never departed One in the same Expressed so differently Hold you Holding me Holding you Fall into yourself Close your eyes Dream openly Tell me a story Of the approaching morning
I held my finger on your lips
Preventing you from speaking Your eyes shine In the absence of light Try as i may, I can't resist the urge Of removing my finger Another kiss Tasting your lips Leading you back to the whomb in my mind Showers of stars To entertain us Each of us have a single breath to steal Yet so many parts of our mind to blow away.
© 2013 Skyler DeCristoforo
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All of my school aged kidods are involved with some kind of extra-curricular activy. My 16 year old son is on the drumline at his high school, my pre-teen daughter is on the volleyball and softball teams and my 8 year old son is half way to his black belt in Taekwondo.My little guy who stays home with me and does flash cards during the day has extra-curricular activites of napping and cuddling with Mommy and Daddy! =)
My kidlet is too small for soohcl yet, but on shopping in general, I take him a lot. But some days I just crave the freedom of cruising through a store on my own timeline. The things you appreciate when you're a Mom! LOL
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This experience of life that were living is best shared. Sharing the journey gives a glimpse into one another's eyes. Glad you guys have enjoyed this!
Cool stuff!!! I like it. Your work never disappoints.
Voted up and awesome. You always take me on wonderful poetic journeys. Enjoyed.
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Thanks kim! Always appreciated.
loving your stuff
Kim
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