Siddartha Beth Pierce : Writing

Message in a Bottle

Message in a Bottle

A Poem by Siddartha Beth Pierce


What would you place upon this page to send across the sea the words of a sage, a lament or a phrase for a lover to be? Would it be a question..
I Wish You Could Have Seen

I Wish You Could Have Seen

A Poem by Siddartha Beth Pierce


I wish you could have seen how your eyes welled forth the weeping of spring- tears of regret for that you have not become yet. A promise you se..
themselves

themselves

A Poem by Siddartha Beth Pierce


who is this this reflection in the mirror that which we are afraid to face the visage a mirage of who we truly are except those bleeding bloo..
Amassed in One

Amassed in One

A Poem by Siddartha Beth Pierce


Esoteric evasions are our only understanding our linkages to one another in spirit, love you in the realm of heaven I still inhabiting earth rei..
Behind My Father's House

Behind My Father\'s House

A Poem by Siddartha Beth Pierce


Ducks in the backyard behind my father's house feed on his corn his garden's sweet delights. Until the hawks sweep in chasing away all the bird..
Phantasm

Phantasm

A Poem by Siddartha Beth Pierce


Azure dreams abstract scenes crimson waves upon my mind bridge the gap between reality and sanes me from the mold the pedestal you placed me ..
Vincent and Theo

Vincent and Theo

A Poem by Siddartha Beth Pierce


Starry Night bequiles now while all the while you struggled with what seemed to Gauguin to be an insanity plea the bipolar mind split in two ..
The Consumer's Custom

The Consumer\'s Custom

A Poem by Siddartha Beth Pierce


The pipe dreams a smoky haze above his glassed gaze dulled by the nicotine he has placed within his divet. Releasing the tension of his addic..
When Our Eyes Met

When Our Eyes Met

A Poem by Siddartha Beth Pierce


To taste the rainbows I see Resting within your eyes each day Is a miracle at last a True soulmate. Your voice is gentle, singing songs like 'K..
Drenched in Yellow

Drenched in Yellow

A Poem by Siddartha Beth Pierce


The goldfinch cries out a tune while the sun dances coniptions off breasts.