You're mysterious.
desirable aliens
desirable aliens
Jun 28, 2014

You're mysterious.
You're mysterious in the way that makes me want to open you up like a book and read your pages from start to finish but I can't because you are so high up on the shelf that I cannot reach you.
You sit up on the shelf collecting dust trying to protect yourself from the people who will rip out your pages or bend your cover.
Oh, how I wish I could climb up the shelf and take you down and have you tell me your story.
Maybe one day I'll finally be able to climb and reach out to you, but for now, you're just the book I have yet to read and you're on my list.

In mysterious ways
Myriah joy young

People fall in love
In mysterious ways
With you I fall in love every single day with you

#love   #people   #sweet   #ways   #mysterious  
Late at night, the mysterious owl comes out to play,
DaisyDancer

Late at night, the mysterious owl comes out to play,
never to be seen during the day.
While he wanders around at night,
he will never see the beauty of the light
and how the sun shines so bright.
So he decides to sleep tonight
and when he wakes up tomorrow morning,
he will see what heaven looks like.

#sun   #beauty   #night   #light   #play   #morning   #mysterious   #owl   #wanders   #shines  

Don't know if I am a plant turning into a tree
Or a person, into a zombie.

At first sight, she was going to be a nobody
Who knew what the future had for us
Time is elusive. Daily events are random occurrences
Or is it? What is random anyway?
Shuffling your music playlist isn't random
Algorithm.

mysterious
Feb 17      Feb 18

This could have been a poem about hope; pigeon
Hoping that she would text first, or catch me looking at her
This could have been a poem about passion; fire
Holding her waist, as my lips touched hers
this could have been a poem about love; heart
Taking a longer route to school just because you wanted see her earlier every morning
This could have been a poem about finding reasons, to hold on during tough times
but it is not
there is no reason to hold on
because the love is gone.

#heart   #lost  

This is a confession, of how depression, lead me to self-destruction
I have done things I am not proud of
Now the reason seems senseless but the whispers in my head gets louder

Urges to try it, one-more-time

And I am taking about real shit - stuff that gets you real quick
My intoxication has made me bold, but not foolish
It has induced me to talk about my past mistakes, but not repeat them

Has it made me a better or a changed person? I do not know
It has, however, made me realize the insignificance of things I thought as the most crucial  
I might even quit.

Oh mysterious person
Cheyenne Lynne

Oh mysterious person
I do not know you
But you came wanting help
I do not know you
But I will try my hardest to get you through

I was playing minecraft and someone who I don't know texted me. She said she wanted me to help her. And help her I will.

The street was dark and so too were my eyes
I walked down the cobble under darkened skies
I walked down the stone, ankle breakers sets
Gamblers in the alleys watching on, making bets

The buildings stand guard on the night for their lords
keeping them safe, open their mouths; in filth pours
Light poles, with dim candles, give hope for safe journey
Dark alley ways steal eyes, make nervous muscles in our sides

Window light, guardian ports, fly catchers, laundry holes
Shines on the street, waiting for me, with it meet
Footsteps creep around edges avoiding sight
But it’s easy to see, all this going on in the night

Out of law exchangers making changes in pocket stuff
50 for the things, that make pigs squeal, illegal deal
Children's eyes are shut, in bed, not here with us
Tucked in warm and tight, not here with the people of the night

Street sweepers weep, we drink, bottles broken at our feet
Bar tab one too many, stumble, mumble, home on the street
Pickpockets delight, puts up no fight, pockets empty when drunk
Bourgeoisie snobs make prison demands! Lock them away tight!

The street, is dirty, I know, I do
But this is o.k, with wary watch

For indeed

In the absence of the light
Come the People of the night

Shima Haydarzadeh
Shima Haydarzadeh
Jan 29, 2014

I want to make a apple tree,
I want to have different colors and shapes like a rainbow, 
I want to disappear like i have no family while being homeless on the streets with so much talent gone to waste, 
Even if we have talents who gonna bother with it?
We ignored, but we perfect in our own ways.
As the days pass, it's just memories, but we want to have peace.

 
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