Gorgeous.

Fall

in a hallow,

to follow

the shadow

of the shallow breath

that haunts

the one

hunted

in the night.

Dream Reel

Dreams can be real

like nightmares,

sometimes the two

trade places.

Some people

dream only at night,

while others,

do it all day long,

but at night,

does the dream come true?

Or turn to real life

fear?

A daymare

could happen

to anyone

who believes

in dreams that come true,

in the day,

night

or reality

that is what

we live.

My tea

is mighty

when it punches me

with flavors and zing.

Your anus

is Uranus,

a true destination happily unknown.

Their

is the air

in which all others breathe.

We see

is the wee sea

in our hearts

full of love.

Passion,

falls

when

green eyes

take over

the sight.

The darkness

has covered

a once bright

beautiful pasture

of emotions.

moloko-time:

cirque! *-* ♥

My poem of the day today on this lovely Easter day is a photo of me on lyra.  Because I believe it is also a form of poetry. :-)

Happiness

can be a tear on a cheek,

or mile long grin.

Sadness can be

looking into the eyes

of a love,

or wallowing

in a sea of tears.

Anger can be

squeezing

so tight,

or letting go

so emotionally.

We emote,

the way we

feel.
We feel

the way

we emote.

bodiesinmotion:

Violeta - Fotografía: Natalia Pérez, Vestuario: Iliana Sánchez, Maquillaje: Katia Cobian, Estilismo: Karina Madrigal  

Forgot
The beat
For a split
Second,
Time divides,
And multiplying
sighs,
Treble, bass
Trembling
Sing-song voice
Of the hour,
Fly by,
Step by step,
Do not blink
And let the eyes
Flutter the rhyme.