I come here to be inspired.
Hopefully in sharing what sets my mind alight I'll inspire some of you.
Let me know what you think.
PatchI.Patch by ~onetwistedpoet
Moss underfoot springs back, covering tracks
So I'll follow discarded philosophies
littering your wake, no reason could ever
contain your butterfly steps
hanging branches will echo your passing
rustling with pleasure still,
your fingers tracing trembling tips
on the luckiest leaves you wonder past
squirrelling semi-precious gems in the boles
of trees you never knew I'd climb
seeking perspective, a lay of your land
Puzzling through pathways etched in your skin
first in red then white, sharp brambles rough bark
abstract map of the places I will follow you
criss-crossed cuneiform tattoo
So I'll plunge through the wild chasi
paper hearts. Theres a crevice in the wall where she hides her little baby girl, all plastic smiles and mechanical giggles. She cuddles it like it has a soul and speaks to it like it has a name. Its soft rubber skin has been covered with paper hearts and marker stars, and its little plastic ears have been filled with whispers of adoration and love. Its wiry blonde hair has been crossed into braids, twisted up above its head, and she has pulled a dress onto its synthetic body with the brightest little smile. She reminds it that its beautiful, even though it cant hear. She fastens it tight intpaper hearts. by *theresambraun