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Zincate
Zincate
anything but silent
It has come to my senses That I’ll love you for as long as it takes For as long as my heart can embrace The memories, the feeling of falling, And the inevitable breaking It has come to my senses That you’ll always be there, gnawing in mind And itching to find your way in But no longer you will I love, For the rest of my life, the rest of my existence It has come to my senses That the recurring sadness will take place And there’s only coexistence.
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Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 9:32 PM UTC
Coexisting
For all the times I close my eyes It’s you I see and all the smiles I try and shut the door of this heart of mine That kept on opening when you’re close by For all the times you take a look At this empty shell that got slowly hooked Are all the times you breathed life, and light, and soul to every nook That I kept on hoping I get to keep you in my book.
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC
The madness
I wonder how it feels To be in line with your sight All the time, even just for a while I wonder how it feels To receive the smile you give To someone dear, oh joy in your eye I wonder how it feels To have your hand, enlaced with mine Safe and sound, even just for a while I wonder how it feels To love you freely boy, and not be told You’re not worth my precious time
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 10:59 AM UTC
To be with you
this is a tale of two star-crossed lovers with a love so powerful they tainted the heavens with bursts of colours they were never meant to be; mischievous little kids finding love in sinful glee in laughter, between dreams and reality and though it was lawless, they found solace because in every prison, they found a rhyme and a reason but even for a love so great, they could not escape the fates’ wrath and envy destiny pulled on their threads cut them loose, thrusted them into misery; for their memories were wiped clean, but feelings remained as strong as they had ever been the boy exiled in a far off land across the pacific sea the girl trapped in her need to break free in a realm both boring and bland ensnared in a labyrinth of woe the lovers yearned for anything— for something, for someone, to obliterate this endless longing the gods answered them in the form of two loved ones polished in every edge, a perfect someone but perfect felt too perfect and not perfect enough to fill up the hole left by a perfectly imperfect until one day the gods whispered for the winds to push the two and the birds to tug at their sleeves over mountain and sea even through the darkest valley so their paths would finally meet and so they did. in the flurry of a moment a pair of brown eyes met and time was frozen once more the two stared intently as if remembering a broken melody a lost childhood song branded as a wrong the birds fluttered and flew taking the cursed red fibre snipped them in two and the lovers felt all the lighter it was the girl who spoke first: **** the stars. i don’t want perfect, i want you.”* eyes dazzling, the boy nodded: *“we’ll invert the universe— the night sky a blank white the stars pitch black the earth moving in reverse”* the fates saw and surrendered as the stars began to wither for this love is love in all its splendor so the lovers walked away with a promise under their breaths, they both swore: *“i lost you once, but nevermore.”* ****
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Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 6:10 AM UTC
f*** the stars
this is a tale of two star-crossed lovers with a love so powerful they tainted the heavens with bursts of colours they were never meant to be; mischievous little kids finding love in sinful glee in laughter, between dreams and reality and though it was lawless, they found solace because in every prison, they found a rhyme and a reason but even for a love so great, they could not escape the fates’ wrath and envy destiny pulled on their threads cut them loose, thrusted them into misery; for their memories were wiped clean, but feelings remained as strong as they had ever been the boy exiled in a far off land across the pacific sea the girl trapped in her need to break free in a realm both boring and bland ensnared in a labyrinth of woe the lovers yearned for anything— for something, for someone, to obliterate this endless longing the gods answered them in the form of two loved ones polished in every edge, a perfect someone but perfect felt too perfect and not perfect enough to fill up the hole left by a perfectly imperfect until one day the gods whispered for the winds to push the two and the birds to tug at their sleeves over mountain and sea even through the darkest valley so their paths would finally meet and so they did. in the flurry of a moment a pair of brown eyes met and time was frozen once more the two stared intently as if remembering a broken melody a lost childhood song branded as a wrong the birds fluttered and flew taking the cursed red fibre snipped them in two and the lovers felt all the lighter it was the girl who spoke first: **** the stars. i don’t want perfect, i want you.”* eyes dazzling, the boy nodded: *“we’ll invert the universe— the night sky a blank white the stars pitch black the earth moving in reverse”* the fates saw and surrendered as the stars began to wither for this love is love in all its splendor so the lovers walked away with a promise under their breaths, they both swore: *“i lost you once, but nevermore.”* ****
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Two souls swimming in a raging sea Both searching for a mighty plea Moving through different courses Searching, pacing, floating, arising One whose heart has broken shards Of glasses too thick to pull, to part One whose heart too bright to see It dims the dark, it caresses me Both have loved, and both have lost Both have seen, and seek to be The best that they could ever be Away they go, away they flee How far they’ve fled we’ll never know But know for sure that this is true To where they went there’s peace, there’s bliss To where they went, there’s no more fear
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Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 11:46 AM UTC
An Elegy
Do not stand at my grave and weep.. I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awake in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft star-shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry.. I am not there. I did not die.
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Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 10:55 AM UTC
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I know such foolishness I'm experiencing it myself But I also know how it tingles When you tell your fears and secrets The gap between your teeth And your eyes, oh how it sparkles I sometimes want an out For your existence, it overwhelms I know that it should hurt How I'm loving you in secret But not at all, when I know Our friendship brings contentment
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Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 6:03 AM UTC
To Love You in Secret
Let's escape this insanity That you and I fit perfectly Our sculptures intertwining The wind of night swirling Let's squander one more hour Where you and I are one Silhouettes joined together For the very last time
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Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 2:55 AM UTC
Silhouettes
Your love is something That takes me by surprise I'm fastidious But you never really have to try Your love is growing Into me like a crime It's unruly, illegal Something I cannot deny Your love is a dose Of a drug that makes me high It's intoxicating that I wish you could have passed me by
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Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 1:53 PM UTC
Your love
I heard our song. I had the feeling of nostalgia striking me upside down, I had the chills I only get when I'm around you. Then, I realized... You were my song. You were the rhythm that got me to follow every move, the tune that got me all jolly and jumpy But I never played it again, too afraid I won't be able to stop myself from listening to it. Maybe that's why I miss you, why I miss talking to you, Why I miss every bit of arrogance that you have, Why I miss the feeling of being loved by you. It's been years, but I still haven't moved on when I should have. I didn't know that the moment I lost you was when I pretended to stop caring, petrified of what might happen if I still try to. So you slipped, and God knows how much I've been trying to reach out to you, but the thing is: You just don't care enough. Either you know better, or we're just not good for each other, and maybe we're never going to be. Still, thank you. You were the only thing that kept me going when everything else is falling apart. You'd once been my hope; the one guy I had the guts to take a shot with. The one I know that's worth all the chances to risk... and worth the great goodbye.
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Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 10:51 PM UTC
The music I once got addicted to