I love your works, guys. They all are so good. *bows in honour of everyone in this thread*
From caress to indifference
Either right or wrong
Being two-faced and puzzling
Could you last for long?!
She sheds her skins
The essence is ultimate
If you do the same
Think twice, it's intimate
Both minds are twisted
There is no doubt
Her all craves for backup
That's what it's about
Look around yourself
See the sacrificed
Hurt her one more time
She is mesmerized
Everything is inconstant
Wounds like opened doors
She will not let go
The choice is yours
I could try and get myself out of this place
If you didn't rub off your indistinct trace
Now someone must take me away from here
To the realm of happiness we should steer
In those depths echos a silent scream
For these torments are more than a wicked whim
I sense presence of yours then feel satiated
My nature was newly invigorated
Pitiful humans need just a bit
Emotional polychrome tends to hit
Nothing will crush the hidden potential
Temptation of giving is too influential
Letting go everything that restricts our limit
Deadly fraud may rule when they've proved us timid
You are still caged which I know for sure
Revive, join the dance or forget about cure
the moons a rock a curdled stone
flung by someones careless hand ill bet
some mischievous to the bone
kind of mark twain huck n tom mindset
who on the path meandering home
idly that missile he paused and met
sent it evermore to roam
then to home before his mom could fret
Wake thee in the morn
Conscience up and ready
Grasp thy mind forlorn
And keep it nice and steady
As the sparkling water does reflect
All echoes countenance you expect
A luminous vision ever rare
To see your expression rippled there
Within the day of shinning sun
Upon your youth was real and young
Delaying lines of worried brow
As passing time does avow
For as you gaze upon the sea
Contagious moments shall not be
A glance departed from your face
Lost in waves without a trace
to graze among the sad cows
to simply eat when one bows
Time is a thief in the night, stealing youth,
futures bright, ambition curtailed, derailed,
callous spirit drained crouches in the cold
corners of shadow. The mirror reflects
the pale, impaled on the lance of sorrow.
Bloodshot eyes examine you and inspire
a mission, which waits until tomorrow.
Tomorrow and tomorrow, Macbeth's harsh
judgement passed on man, on life, and on the
fleeting passing of time within a life
unlived, unexamined. In the mirror,
you find solace. It tells you "you are good,
fair, talented", and also shows your flaws
like a fatal scar. You ask "and you are...?"
Lonely wind blown deft and weary
Moans through cracks in every hollow
Whistling upon the night
Sweeping sands with its presence
Squeaking boughs upon the trees
As they sway to the music
Of a song to hear if you listen
I like that picture, colorbook.
pastels and crayons
the colorbook of our lives
choose the colors carefully
and please don't stay in the lines
Edgar,
When will it end if ever
Five more sacrifices line up at the gate
Mourned to sleep forever
Cloaked flags upon their eternal home
Great words said
Metals offered
Oppression lifted onto freedom
Voices no longer silent
The job is finished
Spread your wings and fly away
You are not a coward
No prize here
Home is where you belong
I am feeling your pain when you are down
Reaching out my hands
to the martyr's crown.
The dazzling silence has made me blind
Not being numb
like a soul in the grind.
I will dance on the broken glass by your side
Without asking myself
about fatuous pride.
The feelings seem as if they were stars
Showing up everywhere
in your absence that chars.
Angels sigh
and demons cry
the question
they're wrestlin'
is who is "I"?
Awakening angels
Beyond the creed
Flourish for all
To those in need
Darker ones of
That bequest
Find hells glory
At their death
ODE TO A2K
I flit about from forum to forum,
lengthy debates fill me with boredom,
but my thirst for knowledge is easily fed
by a friendly and fascinating A2K thread.
nice ode.
sleepless are my nights,
as dreams collide
about me. when my eyes close,
terror grips, curling toes.
A countenance that is haunting your mind,
familiar and plain.
When he vanishes gratiutously into the night,
you both go insane.
A picture-a cloud that is curdling again
above your laugh.
Raining down the same, taking over the place
when you walk the path.
A moment you was lucky to catch
of his distant life.
A glance the eyes bear stuck in them-
Nothingness and drive.
I drive the night
My Jaguar in flight
Like Aladdin tight
With the magic genie
On freeways soar
Along mystical shore
Pedal to the floor
Earth below so teeny
The firmament
Is as fresh as a mint
Reality's bent
But the cop's a weenie
Spring awakens
Pulling blankets from its sleeping dominion
Rain fall nurtures latent flowers
Grey clouds drift quickly by
Sweet air converges to dance with the wind
The sun smiles and warms the dreary day
my war haunts me
your war too
thats what taunts me
please be true
dont ever let them
hold you down
dont argue with them
and dont frown
their war haunts me
my war too
their war wants me
ill be true
dont ever let them
hold you down
dont reason with them
be a clown
dont ever let them
be a clown
