it isn't some fairy fiction or a dark verbal snipe,
it is a tribute to an explorer and his atypical psychic hype.
Not long ago, this lost explorer met a new friend,
But he was already scarred, he was afraid to even shake hand,
this new friend of his, was full of ebullience and light,
whereas he was just a desolate soul known as the pall knight,
She wanted to create a bond, forged from love and care,
but he was chained with all the hate and isolation, he had to bear,
she gave him a source of light, she guided him out of this maze,
she annihilated the viscous demons, pacified his obnoxious rage,
its like she was sent for him, to fill his blank page,
to color his dark canvas of life, to end his forlorn stage.
he then felt a warmth in his frozen soul, he felt more alive and restored.
there was no limit to how much grateful he was,
for she freed him from a deception.
there was no limit how tranquil his soul was,
for it was guided to a superior inception.
Then when he was just ready to say hi,
to this new friend, with whom he wanted to fly,
and all these new feelings, he wanted to try,
he ran all the way to her place, he searched for his angel,
instead he found a note that inscribed,
" I'm glad you found yourself, now stay the same until you die,
maybe we'll cross our paths here or maybe in the paradise,
but you will always find me within you, if you try,
take care my friend, for now its a goodbye."
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 3:35 AM UTC
I am a lair, I am a cheat
I fooled myself to believe
everything around me, I understand,
but now I can't, I can't pretend,
I'm losing my ways, my soul's been hit
my life is headed towards a bottomless pit.
Abandoning the oasis, I pursued a mirage
ended up in a swamp now I can't get away
I'm being pulled down by the gravity of hate.
On this fathomless desert, I'm stranded; alone and scared
scorching heat, freezing cold; fearing life that I never cared,
Each day clinging to the flickers of hope
that one of these days someone will come to my rescue,
a wanderer such as myself or an angel, I don't know
or I'll just be drowned here without a clue.
Tired and lone now I laugh at time's stern jape
knitting the sad iffy dreams of my escape.
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 3:32 AM UTC
Cranberry juice spilled around
coffee stains on her shirt,
motionless her legs
emotionless her heart,
cold breeze tickled her ear
her dog wanting to play,
all anxious for her song
yet not even a word she would say.
Mother called her a thousand times
"baby wake up! it's getting late",
father with intention to lure, asked
"Who will eat this chocolate cake?"
But still to no avail
while the day grew warmer, her feet went cold,
aesthetic was that smile on her face
pearly tears from her eyes, they rolled.
Into a dream, so alluring and big
she ventured far and forgot to come home,
she ran afar from here
into a nirvana, so snug yet forlorn,
The angels welcomed her with songs
mother fare-welled with stopped heart and teared face,
father sat there frozen and weak
her little doll now gone, staring that chocolate cake,
whispers all around, blames on god
the dog still looking for his friend to chase,
who will tell this little puppy now
that heaven stole his friend, never will he see her face,
now in heaven surely there would be dance I swear
but on earth, only dark clouds and tears of blood everywhere.
©phantomzedi
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 3:29 AM UTC