ClaudiaMyLove

Hustle and bustle Kick and shuffle Passing the days by wishing that mirage on these heartless streets were real Dodging cars is you new excitement while a man plays a guitar trying to get home, but he's just making enough to get by It's kind of funny though; you spent all those years trying to get out while people everywhere scrape to get back Makes you think, will that be me in five years. Playing songs with un-tuned strings Lit up another cigarette and keep walking You'll worry about it when you get there

               I didn't find you attractive that winter morning. No, not like the way I did those long, long years ago in spring. I guess we change with the seasons. Beautiful things dry out, crumble, disintegrate, as did my love for you. I awoke to a shower of heavenly birthday kisses that I never wanted. Yes I did say they were heavenly, just not wanted. In my dulled morning haze I stopped you and refused the rest of them. You asked me what I wanted on this beautiful day, the day celebrating my awakening to this world, this cold dreary world. Ripped from the warmth and safety of my mother. I sighed thinking of how dangerous wombs are toda

On her worn canvas she began to paint the most beautiful of pictures. "From Now To the End" she titled it. The boy she met, the heart she received.  Overwhelmed she was at a loss of what to do, how to act? she never knew these things. Her heart she withheld and it beat ever so fastly, it wanted to be given. She clenched it and his and her wings took flight. She was bore into a world of love so she began to think his un pure, not special. This world was a lie but the innocence binded her. Slowly she strided up the lust lit streets finding a new love on every corner, but these didnt last and the hearts she held became more damaged.  Firghtened

                           A Worn Path Continuation Phoenix finally returned to her small home after her journey back from the city. She made her way into the kitchen to prepare her grandson's medicine. As she headed back into the cold, empty room where her grandson laid stock still, she mumbled a small prayer to heaven. "I be back from town, and the nurse gave me something to sooth your throat on up," she said as she sat the medicine on the table. Only he no longer reached out with his small, golden palm to receive it. Sitting there wrapped up like a flower waiting for the first signs of spring, Phoenix placed the spoon into his bleak, hal

In Dusk of night they take their strides Knowing what sins lie in wait Into embrace they give their fate The lovers tryst on crimson moons Where passions kiss reigns, silent whispers fade Stolen gazes by amber eyes Awaiting the sleepless deeds, to which the stars sole witness The forbidden love, the love of craft Crimson embrace, the sharing of life The deeds that belong to the night