andrewvanderdonckt.thepoet

Untitled  by Andrew Vanderdonckt To the anvil which falls and the melting letter I too, wanted your something I've backed away from the phantoms  that coalesce with my ruin yet still! the filth forms over me and your suffocating disease to drain my heart and make my leaking tears bleed Waiting on Love By Andrew Vanderdonckt a moment in love is locked with a valentine heart pulled down from the clouds of light shedding colours unknown to those with sight like trying to explain the colour of blood to a blind man who's never seen so will it be when love enters me and it waits so i will wait and wait and wait more more and more until the day draws near when i am enveloped by the clear waters of the noontime sun A Poem in Time By Andrew Vanderdonckt How long is an hour wasted? Is it shorter than ten minutes tasted? "Late!" sang the teacher. Early-riser and money-eraser sighed. Upon a life of agony, and a tempest torn. Staying up late. Until the sunrise at morn. Winter Poem...