The day the rope was cut.
The cave releases tears at a sleeping heart rate that form a puddle of a vivid memory with each drop echoing to the depth of it's darkness.
The riddles cause flashes of past, present, unwanted, unneeded, pictures.
Within the cave lies a dweller, who is woken by the silent, slow, sound, of the agony and pain. Jelousy takes cautious sips till all images are a plain reflection of the future with no lane.
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 9:59 PM UTC
One thing or another,
One day or tomorrow.
Those define what is something,
Other than anything that is or should be.
The mind correlates to behaviour and behaviour to the mind.
Stop, stare in great detail everything that is on sight. There is no vision without light, but be wary of the presence without the light to aid sight.
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 4:23 PM UTC
Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the devils foot;
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
Or to keep off envy's stinging,
And find
What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.
If thou be'st born to strange sights,
Things invisible to see,
Ride ten thousand days and nights
Till Age snow white hairs on thee;
Thou, when thou return'st wilt tell me
All strange wonders that befell thee,
And swear
No where
Lives a woman true and fair.
If thou find'st one let me know;
Such a pilgrimage were sweet.
Yet do not; I would not go,
Though at next door we might meet.
Though she were true when you met her,
And last, till you write your letter,
Yet she
Will be
False, ere I come, to two or three.
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 6:45 PM UTC
When the hair on your skin stands up, and water kisses it.
You gaze up to see a bird searching for food for it's children.
You realize that the raindrops are tears of hunger, and the cold breeze is the tormenting pain of struggle.
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 2:34 PM UTC
Dear Maestro,
Play a tune of life that I will never forget,
for damp is the soul in the cold bleak weather.
I thought of it many times afore;
peaceful is the peace of the end of greed and war.
My mind consists of thoughts, thoughts that envy time,
for it is clear that heavy clouds cover the future,
but that shall not stop the sweet zesty lime,
leaving the bitter taste in my mind.
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 5:56 AM UTC
I'm walking slowly, through a misty forest.
The trees are dampened by last nights cold breeze.
My breath is creating clouds of rain, that will wet the forest again.
I'm running, through a misty forest.
The trees are distressed.
My panting is causing disruption to the melody of nature.
Prints of my path are left for the next path creator.
I'm standing still, within the misty forest.
I cannot see any longer than the distance of the reflection of my eyes in your eyes.
These are the clouded thoughts, soon to be accompanied by dozens of lights.
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 6:28 AM UTC
Time my friend, you are faul but fair.
You want less of us but more,
You want more of those but less,
You always want but never need yet you transgress.
Love, pain and greed. That defines mankind today, time is not on our side but this is life they say, they claim, they do and a game they play.
Disproportionate is time for it gives more to some and less to others.
Disproportionate is life as it carries on with the breeze like a dandelion
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 6:17 PM UTC
Falling down a deep hole
dark and lonely
until you find that rabbit
you were chasing after
no longer lonely
no longer dark
you fall into this bad habit
I found my rabbit
you are my bad habit
I'm falling
pushing every one away every day
just for you
your all I need
I'm handing you my heart
now just grab it
cause your my bad habit
I'm falling down this dark hole
just a lonely soul
your my bad habit
I wanna spend every minute safe in your arms
with you I feel free
your pulling me in even more now
I need you so much more now
your my bad habit
I'm getting addicted
thought I had control over my bad habit
but the longer I'm away
the more I want to play
with my bad habit
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 10:06 AM UTC
Serene, sublime and supreme,
The luxury of life is daunting,
Green is the beam of light,
When your soul comes back in the morning.
Watch the robin tweet this evening,
Observe the time slowly leaving,
Serene, sublime and supreme,
Is tonight's scenery in meaning.
Misty is the fog clouding the landscape,
The grass moist, cold and wet,
The grass hopper jumps from leaf to leaf, leaving a trial of life on the last morning.
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 2:47 AM UTC
Flaws is an intrinsic trait coexisting with love and hate.
Two worlds are torn beneath the pleasure of flaws underneath the sunset.
One will fall in and out the hole of mystical creatures, the other will observe with a watchfull eye gazing into the distance.
A lifetime is a long time, a vow is made.
I am sorry for my enumerable infinite amount of mistakes.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 7:24 PM UTC