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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.
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 many 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 you
How I'm FallingI saw it happening
But tried to ignore it
Since all your words
Were so far from abhorrent
I got lost in your smile,
Followed it around town,
Feeling so elated
Where he only brought me down
I can't find the words
To describe this feeling of
What is either confused hormones
Or maybe, possibly, love
And it scares me when
You say 'Don't break my heart'
Because everything light
Casts something just as dark
Philosopher's Stone.He speaks like a dwelling poet
His words flow easily, like in heated arguments;
His whole existence seems to flourish harmoniously
He makes everything he does look effortless
He has a depth that makes the oceans shallow
A discernment he possesses that all pundit literati desire;
He is the most exquisite person I have ever met
He is the epitome of the Philosopher’s Stone.
Bottled CathedralThe glass is my building
And the liquor was my stepple
Looking for The Lord in my bottled cathedral
The cashier was my preacher
Selling salvation to all of its seekers
Only when your drunk
Do you become a believer
The label is your bible
And the words your verses.
Ignoring the warning of it's impending curses
Self inflicting hate and impending doom.
You exchange these for prayers just a moment to soon.
jim, jack and Jose become your Jesus, Buddha or Ala
Never thinking of what your hiding from the ones who love ya.
Broken past and a bleeding heart
Shot after shot, you can no longer see it falling apart
Dark clouds rain Jin
Lying calling it codependent
Developing a dependency
Trying to run from the memories in me
One simple goal
To feel remotely whole
Thoughts of condemnation
Causes asking to help to masked on hesitation
Listen closely as I open up and testify
My prayer is that you don't repeat the mistakes of mine
My vices and pain have become intertwine
It seems salvation will on
Chibi! Seto xReader
Seto was a chibi. A cute, adorable, big - headed chibi. He couldn't do anything about it, and it made him sick and angry! But there was one advantage to being a chibi, (Y/N). You would always say how cute he was and give him hugs, sometimes, you'd even let out a fangirl squeal just out of adorableness. Yep, to you, he was just that cute. But then again, this made Seto really angry, seeing how other boys would just throw their selves out there every time they saw you and him together. Honestly, you thought of him as a friend and nothing more. But no, to Seto you guys were categorized as a couple and he wanted people to know that. So one day, he came out of his building with a mega phone. You saw him with the megaphone, and honestly, the first thing you thought of when you saw him was that it was to big for him. I mean seriously, the thing was just as bout as big as his whole body or maybe even bigger. But the funny thing is that Seto started singing "You Belong With Me" and hoping that
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.
ComeCome meet me over the rolling hills, through the leaning valleys, across the murky waters
Where thick foam laps the moonlit shore and the mounts whisper our names by the wind
A home is nestled in faithful arms that can only rest in my lap
Brush is laced like intertwine fingers and stray branches caress
It’s warm and whole here, we feel, as we shape our nest
Our feet pound the soil, threatening to break the day
We’ll visit the sleeping salmon and lament their past away
Life is like no other in the land of eternal May
Yet it’s not all sunshine in continuous spring
The rain’s beat causes us to hide
An erratic storm could last as long as the low tide
But in this land like no other we will make it out alive
You and I will strive to thrive in our heart of divine bliss
Come and stay with me, content and complete
Roaming the snaking mounds, gliding across the muddy run where the water and sky kiss
Where Actions StartI think about you
much more than I should
and much more than I have
about almost any other boy
I write about you
inside of my head
so much more than I should
because I'm painting a picture
of who I hope you are
I keep it inside
because I'm so afraid;
it's only been a few weeks
but if I let them
these whispers will become shouts.
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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