My Drug

My Drug

The way he smiles in photos;

Sends crazy tinglings down my toes.

Oh how he speaks to the crowd;

Makes my heart screams so loud.

The twinkle in his eyes;

Irrevocably became my drug.

He's the truth in the verge of lies;

The only reason my heart throbs!

-Stormykatie

Ralph Waldo Emerson  |  @wordsnquotes

Epiphany

I realized

Lately how

Your last name

Sounds great

With my

First name.

Two pieces

Of a puzzle;

We're always

Meant to be.

So when

Will the

Universe

Tell you to

Finally seek me?

-Stormykatie

Fresh Art

It was a fresh start

A blank slate

Clean canvas for my art

An opportunity to satiate

All my deep hunger

Times of being sober

Since he'd gone

So far away

Though I hoped he'd stay

It's a blessing to be alone

I have time to think

Of life; all its mysteries

Captivating eccentricities

Things that make me wink

And spill some ink

On a clean canvas for art

Carve new vision in my heart

It was a fresh start

-Stormykatie

Snowflakes

I hear the wind whistling;

Are you there?

Locked in the dark wishing;

Please be there!

For time is fleeting like smoke;

A swift one second's all it took.

To capture a heart with a hook;

Then break it hard as you could.

Thickly wrapped in consuming gloom, I'd be dancing;

To the candence of your voice softly singing.

And as darkness lurks, I'd start collecting;

Snowflakes in my pocket and do my grieving.

For as the wind whistles, I know you are coming.

Hear your footsteps so loud from where I'm standing.

See you put out the flames, oh it started snowing;

Locked deeply in the void, hear me silently screaming.

Though I smell your scent, you're never there.

Your ghost-it keeps haunting me everywhere.

In my solitude, I struggle to win this fight.

Yet easily you bend me, I'm no match for your might.

In the verge of it all-the coldness and the storm;

I try to reach out for you, break your heart of stone.

Enveloped in sulkiness, in your wrath I am drowned.

Quavering in fright, how could you leave me all alone?

For I long so much to have you fill the void.

Deeply besotted, do you need to avoid?

This austere love and passion burning fiercely for you?

Cover me with snowflakes, I will crawl back to you!

-stormykatie

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