Poetry by inkcloud

She was beauty and she was praised,not by man but nature's grace, Filled with so much flawed angles yet she exemplified perfection without a shimmer of doubt  The melanin that danced its way through the pigment of her skin gave me an obsession so strong I adored her  Although one of simple birth her character depicted royalty in its unblemished form  Did she intentionally captivate me or did I get   Bewitched by her glorious essence  Indeed she was my hearts desire and the joy of my eyesight.                                             Inkcloud

Do you understand what pain is and the language it speaks, can you deduce the meaning of its strange desires  Pacify pacify, it beckons always thirsty for tears and sorrow I was the unlucky soul who fell into its cold embrace although by that I learnt it's ways and I understood the vanity of life, pain pleads to be experienced and I felt it so much it broke me but then it gently healed me as now I feel nothing Do I feel let down, if I answer in the affirmative then I betray the enlightenment it brought me,how I have transcended from physical and mindless emotions has brought me strength. Pain brought wisdom and I followed.                                          Inkcloud

Winter came In such a rush, how desperately I had longed for the cold nights, those nights that made my body shiver, shifting the attention from the bitterness that ravaged my spirit  How I've craved the attention of the fireplace that warmed me to comfort  Although alone, winter brought so much company to cure my drenched solitude  But then in such a haste it dashes out of my life leaving me alone in the hands of the vanity of summer. But I wait endlessly for my soul to find solace in the blissfulness of winter once more.                                                        Inkcloud

I felt your presence in the lyrics  the stanzas embodied our gleeful togetherness  this was our song and I fell over and over, the words balanced my desire for you letter by letter it carried the cravings I had for you through my mind as my eardrums gave way for our music to own my heart  Indeed you were the instrument of my soul and I was your song.                                     Inkcloud

I hate the cold, the way it circulated round your whole body like it owned you  the way you responded to the way it gently tickled your skin and the goosebumps jerked to life  The way it penetrated you,which was a  deeper intimacy than I ever got to experience  the way you rapped your arms around yourself as it softly felt your essence  I hated the cold because it knew how to make you feel alive in different ways I couldn't.                                Inkcloud