My
My past shaped me into a proud woman.
No regret what so ever.
My present wants to mould me in something I’m not.
Heartbreak lines appear.
My future is a pencil line.
I carry the eraser.
-Driandayaba-
27-04-2016
My past shaped me into a proud woman.
No regret what so ever.
My present wants to mould me in something I’m not.
Heartbreak lines appear.
My future is a pencil line.
I carry the eraser.
-Driandayaba-
27-04-2016
Captured by reason blown away into pieces. The rhyme in the song of life keeps me moving. Rationally fed through nurture. Driven by needs and surprised by the unexpected. Senses keep me hostage by carrying a positive rage to consume through my wants. It’s knowingly, willingly and able to. This is, was and will be…
My hands following pathways created by genes & test of time. In state of trance encountering lines, nodes, bumps, bones, flesh & muscles. At times my mind drifts & appears with every stroke an image of you. How my senses followed your lines, nodes, bumps, bones, flesh & muscles. Body and mind aligned to fulfill this task….
I still see you in, Could have been Should have been Almost was I still feel you in, despair Taste you in, The salt within my tears Accept the struggles within -Driandayaba-
It travels on many pads and comes in many forms. Approved. Restricted. Forbidden. Seductive. Dangerous. Righteous. Confusing. It gives me a warm tingling feeling in my tummy and at times in other parts of my body. Is it a feeling or a thought? Or are they blended together? With wich one should I choose? First…
Called by a smile, ran into his arms, skin inviting & tempting me, wanna touch, must restrain, my body resist to this delay, then he speaks my words & I surrender……….. 10-03-2016 _Driandayaba_