The city of love was shuddered today
A proposal was rescheduled and a sweet gesture silenced
By a scattering of devils who advocate terror & violence
The Mona Lisa wept and the Metro bawled
‘Où est le courage?’
Il n’y avait pas courage
The cowardly men who fought guns against pens
Let them know after all their wrong
The Eiffel tower still remains tall and strong
For it is the liberal views that brought Paris such beauty and wonder
Freedom of speech will rage through the lightning and the thunder
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 6:35 PM UTC
2:00am Saturday Morning and his restlessness reclined on his mind
The room was immensely silent but held a forceful amount of chaos
His large feet plummeted to the cold floor; he roamed out of his beguiling room
*
His body was almost bare and every movement echoed through him
The empty foil tins from a takeaway he had eaten at 8:00pm casted a noticeable stare across the kitchen like a coin to a magpie
The fridge was only a couple strides away now; he prematurely stretched his arm ready to grasp the frigid handle
The fridges seal parted and a saintly yellow light radiated in front of him
He stared nonplussed into the fridge for about 3.5 seconds
Celery
Sitting there in the centre of the fridge appearing as tasteless as it would taste
Unappetising.
The light diminished as the door closed.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC
Is that the time already?
I muttered in my mind
Peering at my watch
I could have gone on my own
It was fine
The passenger seat was comfortable
The engine was almost silent
But loud enough to know the car was speeding
The road stretched endlessly
But the journey was abruptly short
*
As I looked around I saw little of interest
Not much at all, only a few blades of grass on dirt patch
'I'm sorry' he said
I peered at my watch
It had stopped completely
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 2:31 PM UTC
Roar of engines, and bright lights, would keep the city ablaze at night
Half past 2am after earning was done
Her only ally was the sun
That had retired much earlier to its bed
And said no more, silent, dead.
Then came a creature that was not so tame
Silent and violent, without consent, the insect would approach the vagrant scent
Some may say there was no harm that the creature meant
However, matter not a mark is left
An itch that rests on her mind
Why could the mosquito not be so kind?
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 4:24 PM UTC
I feel it for sure
Do you?
I’m ******* terrified
I think you do
In fact I’m positive
I can see it in your eyes
Take my hand take my soul
It’s going to be cool :)
Cool
Everything’s ******* perfect
You’re amazing I see no flaws
In fact I don’t see a lot
Only you
Right now
Who needs to bother about the future
The moment is real
The feeling has vanished
But the feelings definitely haven’t vanished
They’re more real than ever
Vicious
I had you
What did I expect
Nothing is forever
Now all I think about is the future
This totally isn’t cool
I liked smoking with you
Now I smoke for a harrowing reason
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 4:15 PM UTC
I am the one who dares to stay awake
Yet still has the ability to dream
While the rest adrift and hold no thought
I am broken but still vigorous
My purpose is not to survive but instead to live
I am lost but learning
As for those who have found their path edge ever closer
Ceasing not seizing
I live only to live
Whether dark or bright
My mind wanders and wonders
What and when
Why and how
Woe, what a journey in which we live
A life we grasp only holds evil
Our minds are the only terrors of our minds
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 3:47 PM UTC