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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.
How to say... Will you marry me? (Poetry) There's things that matter in this world,
It doesnt matter what we say,
It doesnt matter what we do,
It doesnt matter what they say,
It doesnt matter what they do,
It doesnt matter what happens,
It doesnt matter what happened,
There's only two things that matter,
Its neither me,
Its neither you,
Its neither them,
Its neither they,
Its neither what happens,
Its neither what happened,
The two things that matter...
Is us, and being together.
You've said your horrible,
I've said I'm terrible,
You've said many things,
I've said many things,
You've said cried,
I've too cried,
We've been through hardships, easy ships, and ship ships.
So what is love?
Its nor me and you,
So what is us?
Its me in you're arms,
So what matters then?
Its our true love,
I've seen you frown, I've seen you turn it upside down,
But when I see your smile.
I smile too.
But when you say I love you.
I reply too.
But when I hear your laugh,
I laugh too.
But when I see you,
Cliche love song. Ever listen to a cliche love song,
And the melody that comes on describes that one time;
Where the sun was cold
The water was sparkling
As we watched bikers and joggers go by
Arm resting behind the bench back,
And your face was lit up
Like sunset on the banks of Tulum.
I can't forget your gloved hand in mine
You squeezed it like you'd never let go
And you always had a small smile
When I would squeeze back, agreeing ...
Ever here that piano song,
Soft and slow, that reminds you of this one evening;
A poem for my loveHappiness exists with love
Love from another
The feeling deep within the soul
Shows how little things mean so much
This love you have given me
Can not be replaced
I pray that it lasts
Our love will be eternal
The familiar phrase
The occasional kiss
Puts my mind in a daze
With a minute of bliss
Every moment we are together
My love for you grows
Stay strong, my sweet angel
I'll always be by your sde
For loveI love you
Yes it’s true
Like the summer afternoon
I would write it on the moon
Just for you to see
That you belong with me
I’d sing it in a song
With you I can’t be wrong
I love you with all my heart
No one can tear us apart
Cause you drive me crazy
That’s how much I love you baby
So please believe me sweet pea
Have you even met me?
I love you!
Yes! I do! Why of course it’s true!
Molly Moon and her Hidden Secrets!!! Hi my name is Molly Moon and i am a werewolf. I'm 17 years old and can't wait till my birthday comes in a few weeks….. Why you ask because i finally get to see my wolf and find my mate yay!!!!!! Any… who lets get back to the story….
LoveLove is a shard of ice in the heart;
And releasing it by the heat,
Of a hand.
Love is a candle’s flame;
At the window,
Through the storm.
Love is a gust of wind;
Soring sky high,
And swooping back down.
Love is a drop of water;
Void of thought,
And dissipating at the end.
Love is a burst of steam;
Love is a bolt of lightning;
And out of nowhere,
They are gone.
Love is a rock;
Holding on to you,
In the dark.
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.
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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