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GodSpeed!Sidelines have sprung up on us
The hounds of dusk bellow out bizarre tunes
Words of the world are mere words for fiction
Epitaphs are but songs of the children
Cruel androgynous mono chromatic time surges on
Rungs of escape have withered
Effigies of apathy burn and colors the realms with shades of incandescence
Moment of rebirth awaits
Silver is black is gold is love
You mutinous ways of creation have much hope
To be deterred now is a weight not necessary
To drop anchors is to slowly drown
The world urges to see your metamorphosis
Ones who share your love wish for your return
Bring back home your new found self
Or build an empire with your unflawed hands and eternal contemplation
PermanenceThe ship stands alone at sea
Gently swaying in the autumn breeze
The winds are howling screaming stories from the past
Catatonic structures crumble by the shadows of the mast.
For today does not last in the wake of tomorrow but today lives on like the water.
Ever so Serene
Ever so Beautiful.
Broken SonnetEchoes of morning glory linger under the petrol rainbows
Crimson skies cascaded by her long black hair
The decadence swallowed by her jasmine tinted body
The emancipation in her voice
All immorality effaced at the moment of embrace
The texture of love is the skin on her stomach
Her kaleidoscopic eyes projecting slides of utopia
A kiss that makes him feel beyond himself.
To render himself wise he has to grow out of his own skin
Create his own world beyond the carbon rain
Etch his own destination
Find the truth and wisdom in love
Build a ship and set sail...
The OrificeLost in the proses of the questions the world poses
In the dusk of autumn percipitation
And the unbound relentless frost that forms inside.
Wish to vanquish and make tranquil the greylands
and the high roads
Both in the way of crossing over to the other side.
To believe there is more to the world than fascist order
and join the pacifist side.
Walls of the labyrinth are painted with mud, honey and technicolour dreams
And on the walls there is an Orifice to fill them with stories
Stories we live through, enjoy and endure.
We are intertwined.
We are a Story.
Life is just a rideThe eerie night has crept in through the back door. Morning was spent in pursuit of happiness, in wanting to acquire lust for life. These lonely streets leave me in oscillating polarity. No pain no joy no love no hate. The calm outside is only to pose as an opposite to the sweet cacophony inside. The journey to the edge will make us realize that the edge exists till the extent of our discovery. Life is just a ride.
DreamscapesThe outline is halfway done. I want to paint my dreams with stronger strokes, with brighter colors. The outcome should not be a result of preconceived notions. It should be a symbol of my presence but should also reflect on my ambiguity. Every layer should scream of my contemplation, my journey. Now that I think about it I realize that it doesn't need an outline. It doesn't need definition. It should be painted on my shell once I come out of it.
XIV - SmileThis is a f r a g i l e world
One where your smile is light
Where L|I|F|E is written
By the creases in your eyes
The press of your cheek on mine
The warmth of your very eyes on me
Is enough to make me hold my breath
I have always gazed in awe of you
Stunned by your brilliance
And always where you think you have none
I would not lie, and your mirror mind does not either
P e r f e c t i o n
Is strived for, collective goals
But your smile, the ones with the creases
And the heart stopping way you look at me
Is all the world needs to rotate
Is all my world needs to grow
Is all I need to love
Is all I need.
Flesh and ghost of dreamsTobias:
and it all goes
The smile and eyes,
the touch - of silk
and skin – bare.
The love and loss,
it all vanishes into thin air;
she stole one
and she is one
in sudden pain
and I realize -
My Broken, Doubting, Beautiful PrinceMy darling, my broken, my doubting prince,
from your silly, shy grin and the way it slyly slips past your defenses,
projecting it's self on to your beautiful lips,
to the shock of messy hair you keep pushing back up off your forehead,
the locks I'm longing to run my fingers through
tangling ourselves, skin against skin and breathing the air from your lungs into mine.
I fear the day you realize your enticing charm, your bewitching spell
is the day you realize you deserve so much better than I.
So for tonight, if just for tonight,
let my hands smooth down your scars, let my lips caress your imperfections,
let my heart beat against yours that you may hear it calling out your name.
My darling, my broken, my doubting prince,
from the way I had to wrestle for the key to your locked jaw,
to release the calming tone that is my lullaby and is simply your voice,
if only for tonight, I beg for just one night,
before you slip away into unconscious sleep,
let me whisper my promise to kiss away your
One, TwoOne, two,
Here's my poem to you.
I can't take it anymore.
A problem I can't fix
I can't think straight.
It's your heart I want to win.
This loveIs this love
is this love
is this love
is this love that I'm feeling?
Or is it a tough netted fishing line somebody else is reeling?
Give UpMy feet are wandering
I don’t know where
But I know my true love is waiting there
Someday I’ll find you, we’ll be a pair
Until then I’m alone
My time will come
When I find you
But from today ‘til the day that I do
My heart will be grey and my face will be blue
I’ll miss you every day
Feet are sore and blistering
Heart is in doubt
What if I find out
I took the wrong route?
You never existed
Should I stop believing
In someone who doesn’t exist?
Am I thieving
My own heart in this?
I cannot allow
I’ve taken a vow
I give up now.
Broken ArrowsThe first time I was shot with Cupid's arrow, it seemed like a mistake,like he had meant to aim for her instead of me.
But he didn't try to fix it. And at the time, I was so naive, that I had believed that this could work out.
But what kind of 'love' works out in middle school?
The day I realized who you really wanted, I can't say that I blame you.
The second time, it was over that summer. A close friend. I was sure he hadn't misfired this time, but this time, that wasn't the case.
Soon after summer had ended, it seemed as if he had removed the arrow from him, not even leaving a scar.
I can't say that it was the same for me.
I kept these arrows, reminders of how love doesn't work that way, because not even the god of love can tell you who to fall in love with.
But I was clumsy.
The third time, I was nervous. This time, it didn't seem like he misfired. This time, I didn't think I needed to remove this arrow anytime soon.
But this time, it was different. The heart-shaped barb of the arro
BeautifulBeautiful Girl with the face of an Angel
But a Heart that so cold.
maybe if you listen you can hear her story,
waiting to be told
Beautiful lives in the world,
Where Fairy tales rule all.
She wants to be loved
Beautiful wants it all to go away.
Beautiful is alone,
But sweet as can be
Oh, how she makes my heart bleed.
But little does she know
Beautiful is here to stay.
Her heart is beating,
Her eyes have a shine
Beautiful Is all mine!
My Take On IntimacyDictionary Intimacy:
1) "something of a personal or private nature"
2) "close familiarity or friendship; closeness"
A kiss in the dark. A tickle and laugh. A sharing of stories of happiness and of sadness; of anger and of loss, but also of light and of fate. Secrets. Time for forgiveness and resolution. Unity and devotion. Yearning for passion and attachment; excitement and ardor; fire and ice.
Love is to another as the waves are to the sea, as the bumble bee is to the flower, and as the galaxy is to the stars; constant, equal, and cherished.
The feeling of love is like no other. Protection, affection, and intimacy.
1) Souls intertwined, surrendered to each other.
2)The way of loving in no need of reciprocation, but for the sake of love itself.
To us and our firefliesDrenched by the luminescence under the saffron skies, beyond the train tracks and the muddy crossroads we leave our world behind to enter a simpler time. A time to be a child and be amazed by blinking lights. The trees, the wind, the sky and the fireflies will resonate inside me. The beauty of everything that day was amplified and magnified by the presence of her. Some words were spoken though none were required. Nothing could steal the magic. Je t'adore.
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