Ethereal Expressions are dewdrops in the chaos of consciousness. Sprinkled with words, they are a peek and dive into the realm of self and shells.
My poems have no titles due to the diversity in perception and understanding. I'd love my readers to h...
It isn't necessary I write Sometimes, my words throw a tantrum, Put up a fight Fussing over forced to be, They are content In their indelible consciousness of infinity, They like to sleep Watch me laze in procrastination deep, A couple of pauses and ellipses they drop Love to deftly rake up a word storm.
Aware of being beloved My words test me with their swirls On the arc of chaotic horizons They compel me to put down my thoughts Raw and vulnerable they peek Inking into permanence of the pages I keep They sting and stir and twirl Conscious of the power they whirl Into the heads and hearts they reside They keep my dreams alive!
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