The Faces We Wear

Between lips, a frozen silence. Trembling thoughts sway, the delirious hearts of nocturnal seasons. They spread upon the subdued, regiments of tedium. Burying me in sheets of white, to negotiate the dissolution, of an absence of conformity. How they died when they were alive, so complete yet diligent by disguise.

-Josh Fleming

Words inspired by and rearranged mixing with my own from: Pablo Neruda selected poems

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s