Lost Love Lust

Tags: time

• inundate.

  I traded my soul on a morning stroll, And found beauty in the loss of control. ❧ Captured in our photos were the hopes of tomorrow. As time erased the moments broken, we held onto those unspoken. Leaving our youth to chance, we all believed in timeless romance. With words untold, we waited for the [...]

• conceal.

  A small man opens the door, his stumble indicates a hurry. I walk through and feel weightless. His trinkets jingled around him as if they were welcoming their master. A strange contraption I had never seen before danced on his desk in quite the joyous manner, that is until he commanded it to stop. “Cease [...]

• exigent.

  It’s cold. It’s dark. I want to restart. I’ve got this heart. A journey it would like to embark. It’s hot. It’s warm. I find myself reborn. No time to scorn. It’s the law that’s sworn. It’s clean. It’s mean. It’s all a time machine. My eyes fall through the screen. It’s a gene that’s [...]

• dirty ends.

  You watch the clock, the typical tick scratches the sides of the brain. This thing. This thing called time. A picture frame, the artists you seek to blame. Dark martini, no fucking lime. It is not the loves that you proclaim, but the true creations of disdain. A telephone ring, a partner in crime, the [...]