Your eyes are sometimes All I can think of When I lie here alone at night In the bed we used to share How you used to Lie here next to me Your eyes looking into mine Giving me a glimpse Into your fascinating brain Open and vulnerable But always a little mystery Retained, something held back … Continue reading You
I can feel your heartache In the shape of your words The sound of your voice The very breath you exhale It is an invisible weight That holds you close to the ground I can feel your heartache I see that you are Nearing the end of yourself I want to reach across the miles … Continue reading Breathe
There are times when the truths I hold close to my heart throw themselves against the cage of my chest peck at carved bone and muscle woven lavender and thorns they fight to break free splinter the silence release nightingale’s song so pure so haunting that all that remains is echoing heartbreak black feathers & … Continue reading Nightingale
haunting poetry sung to languid strum of acoustic guitar penetrated my ear untied my heart strings left me bleeding longing on hardwood floor © 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
It was an honor and a pleasure to have the opportunity to record OldePunk's amazing poem Gestalt Gestalt Grasping convolutions anything will do really corrugated steel rictus pulls at corners a shadow play in ritual dusk down another glass of slow derision at the nearest watering hole wondering how and why I am unholy reconcile … Continue reading Spoken Word: Gestalt/OldePunk
Our parting was not such sweet sorrow It was piercing pain Sleepless nights Wrenching sobs Heartbreak playlists on Spotify No comfort to be found Lover and best friend both lost In a stunningly abrupt Goodbye Blue was not the warmest color As you packed our past and your jeans In your suitcase Before walking … Continue reading Blue Was Not The Warmest Color
Brave & Reckless 