NOTE : I wrote this poem in response the the Mona Lisa.  And i could not make up my mind between the two titles, so I posted both.  I have never identified with a piece of artwork more then the Mona Lisa.  It is truely and masterpiece.  I love her secret smile, and her knowing eyes, its like she's looking at you, and analyzing you, instead of you ( Read more... )

Screaming out into the night
Hands grasping for truth
Words tumbleout
To empty ears
Spilling lies and truths alike.
Speak! Subconscious mind
Everlasting tales
Perching on edge.
Cold, night listener
Keeping notes,
Our little secret
Forever not be told.

Smelling your scent ( Read more... )