Picture?width=100&height=100 Danielle Willard

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Soul Searcher


Soul Searcher

You taste like bitter coffee and chapped lips,

a burnt up ashtray and dry eyes

and I stare at the bottoms of your soul,

and the tops of your shoes,

and they are dirty but your words are clean

something I can't always see when the sunshine leaves glare spots

on your rich man's soul, worn like a suit

tell me, when you give me the advice that you seek out,

are you using the broken compass and torn map

that life provided so long ago?

or did you give up, forge your own path,

burn down the cities and bask in the shine of new flames, licking?

dreaming, sickly, pale and it's beautiful,

phosphorescent and ready to explode,

you're like a ticking time bomb, metamorphasis

composed of sick thoughts and kind words

casting judgement on those who didn't care enough

or care too much

and you were my soul guide,

to a spirit that wandered a little too far away from the sun.

  • #soul
  • #searcher

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Danielle Willard


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Mimi @mimidey
You have this ability to say so much interesting stuff in so few words. I love your art. Well done :)
Danielle @daniellewillard

Ah, bless you. Thank you so much!

lionel @lionelwalfish
Wow ! Talk about descriptive passage! Glad I never knew anybody like that. At least I don't think I ever did! Good one !!
Danielle @daniellewillard

I am glad you appreciate my work still, thank you so much!