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.
What's This?What's this?
My heart feels so light
As if it's empty
But, it feels like it's full
Why do I feel this way?
I feel so happy
But there's tears
Falling down my face
What IS this?
Is it love?
What is this feeling?
What did you say?
I didn't think you'd say that
I feel so light
I can't believe you said that
So, this is love
This is what I've been feeling
All of this time
Thank you for everything
The laughs and smiles
The hugs and tears
All of it
Thank you for making me
Mixed Messages"I guess the problem always was
that you kissed me at such a perfect moment
that you would have been a fool not to."
desenlace de sofiaCorto de Sofía(6/6).
Hola chicos !!!
Hoy por fin subiré el ultimo cap de sofía, ya me estaba sacando canas verdes xD... por cierto!! ando en una misión secreta por que le quité la pc a mi hermana que se halla dormida xD. espero que les guste!!!.
... La chica rompió en llanto, ocultando su bello cuerpo con sus ropas. el chico se acercó apenado y le vistió depacio. al terminar de colorcarse sus vestimentas, salieron rápidamente por la puerta trasera, ya que se oían los gritos del sr. Wood acercándose por los pasillos de la universidad. el Sr. Wood era el conserje, el cual dormía en un cuarto especial creado para los que limpian la universidad.
El patio trasero era en antiguas generaciones el lugar preferido del alumnado, ya que era ¨el plato principal¨ para las relaciones íntimas. cuentan los viejos profe
Rich FilthyBack to Carl, this is going to get bad.
I am "game the rats to show how to be a real father.
Class A-1-A MC ruins your day
"That's why the sheriff dirty rhymes like my armpit dirt!
I have no problem following the end of many of the world's policeman.
And your brain, pop a cap in a splash of abuse!
Daiuso scam heaven and Schuyler.
MacGyver died as a small incubator program.
You, your family be able to separate offense struggled.
I live on the upper limb from limb literally!
So you will not forget it, write pancakes so.
My breakfast is good before you kill zombies than you.
A Poem DreamtShe sits on goldenrod sand
The wind goddess blowing bubbles from her hand
Her silken dress dances in the air
As she wispers life into being
She who was formed from a broken shell
Will transform once again with the moon
An owl oversees the wheat gardens
And a swan will never sing
The wolf swallows his howl
As the picture paints itself
There is no pain
There is no Hell
All that surrounds His creatures
I crave that warmth so desperately
It now comforts me in my dreams
The feverish rush to write
Runs further than my glossy sight
Old patterns do not break
New patterns do not form
But the patterns in my soul
Exist to transform
It is life to be held
From that first crying babe
To the widow leaving her earthly home
The only one she has ever known
Became foreign without love
So she is spreading her wings
Like the swan
Like the owl
Above the mists of grass
High as the ark will sail
The wind goddess welcomes her
To take her place
There is a man behind it all
One no one has ever seen
First Lovefirst remembrance of when
it became clear, that no
longer our eyes dart away
when aligned, it now lingers,
a swelling inside of whats
to become, ours.
huddle whispers, huddle cheeks
so much giggle, wiggle
a whisp in our hearts,
now burning, I can't stop
sweetheart, tell me all
those things that lovers
depart, when they see no
wrong in the world, only love
and cherry roses and only privy to
those that lock their hearts to one.
With youWith you
You see I'm here,
but all I left is in your hands,
in your bones,
in your head
Perhaps I'm wrong.
In this world I'm left with you,
And it's me
But it's me
FeminineGirls are not unlike oil rigs, he tells me
The manual required is far too long,
People usually jump onto them after they finish high school but
Only the ones with college degrees will succeed
He tells me
My love reminds him of the Deepwater Horizon
Side note: That shit has been broken for years
He says I love him like an oil rig
With many moving parts that require lots of precision
I ask him to come up with a better metaphor
But what can I expect from an engineer from Texas
He tells me that he can’t think of anything better
Says that I am like an oil rig, strong and able to take a blow,
But there is nothing remotely feminine about me
Even though everyone calls it a she,
She is beautiful in a way that doesn’t remind you of Marilyn or Audrey
And I think on this for just a moment
Love has stripped me of feminine
And left me wondering what the hell I’m supposed to be now
So I’ve learned to be pliable to fit in whatever your puzzle-piece heart
Can make room for
Always Wanting More Of YouYour love courses like an addiction through my veins. Your passions fill my desires with more satisfaction that I have ever received. What you do to me is super effective, a one hit K'O, yet I still want more. Writhing in bed in remembrance of all the ecstasy you have given me, my heart bursts with the elation of your every loving thought, yet I still want more. After receiving the best, only you will do. Forever I am yours, yet I still want more. Only you will do because I know you will always love me more.
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.