The achingly luminous sun both sets and rises,
gliding through the endless sapphire sky
trailing behind a stream of misfit colors
surpassing and lighting every cloud passed by.
The darkest of clouds are filled with dead dreams,
holding sorrow is what it seems.
But each droplet of pouring rain
is a single thriving dream
falling down to earth's asphalt lanes
nurturing the plants and feeding every stream.
The sky is but a still gray sea.
All of the glorious colors of the universe,
the liveliness of everything be,
are being ****** into each individual rain drop,
in reverse.
In the dusk of the night,
the sun but glances at the moon.
Interchangeably lighting the earth and its sight,
illuminating the magnificent butterflies
as they burst from each cocoon.
What you call night, is someone else's day.
Somewhere perhaps greater,
where the promised lands lay.
On only the rarest of evenings,
the sun and moon meet.
Everyone stops their grievings,
they align perfectly neat.
The world is at a pause.
All of the colors from the world bleed.
Draining from the life and laws,
reaching every seed.
These moments are svelte
and never last
just like the feeling of love I have felt
which always seems be in my past.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC
the tides ebb and flow,
just as the love and the loss
I have gotten to know.
the gentle undercurrents drift me away,
leaving behind but a message in a blood stained bottle
which will forever stay.
the arid breeze alifts me
oh so swiftly
allowing me to rise and flutter
along with the haunting echoes of explorers lost at sea
whom discretely mutter
their undiscovered truths
which will forever be.
a mist of adventure and wonder
combined with subtle hints of salt
trails behind me.
like a shattering cry for help
in an empty, foreign sea.
oh how I wish you could come.
please come, come with me.
you are my muse,
you are my scarlet stained sky at dawn.
the mockingbird that pecks melodious blues,
about why she is forever gone.
You are my breaths,
you are my forever waning moon.
my lunar love,
the tsunami who withstands
my unbearable monsoon.
the sea is but a pool of tears
cried by the lonely , and the morning dew.
you give the ocean competition,
a reason to stay blue.
take me away-
I want to go with you.
teach me how to breathe
within rhythm of the rhapsody
of the measureless sea.
some sway with the wind
I choose to fight the tides
show me where the winds go
when they clash side by side.
never ever forget
what it's like to feel alive
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 10:14 AM UTC
A shattered beauty, yet a persistent and unremitting record my love for you spins,
I try to get you off my mind but Cupid always wins.
Every corner I turn, every decision I make,
Is based upon the passionate devotion my trembling soul shall eternally contain; you for God's sake!
It greets me every morn, and lulls me every night.
It's why my skin radiates a peaceful glow,
and my eyes are filled with once lost, lustrous light.
Dependent on circumstances of you perhaps is true.
But you are the fuel that beats my heart, my only purpose is you!
My angelic hope; a fragile yet an aesthetic ray is simply the way you shine.
Can you forever please be none the less but mine?
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC
My fire is dilatorily dissipating.
I was once a holocaustal conflagration.
A cremating, mad inferno.
Containing an unseeable array of vibrant shades of amber;
that could be seen from distant, distant regions.
I had once ignited with such a passion.
A drive that was beautifully unstoppable.
You were my blazing incendiary.
You started this combustible mess.
I am now but a flickering ember,
barely being able to spark.
My once scorching and numerous flames
have pulverized to ashes.
...Ironic isn't it?
The arsonist who dared to create me
whom fueled me with such a flammable tinder
was the same person
who tore me down
within seconds
with but a drop of water
and a blink of an eye.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 8:57 PM UTC
The sound of your delicate voice still gently resonates in my ears, an infinite reverberation.
Sometimes I still feel your subtle, soothing, yet indescribably powerful and electrifying touch gliding upon my skin, reassuring me
that we will last a lifetime
and then some.
Now and then, a warm breeze swifts through the air.
A sweet aroma of calming familiarity, that only makes me think of you.
Often times I see little reminders of you;
bits and pieces of you that sneaked into my life that I had never noticed.
Every once in a while; a flavor that is closely acquainted with my under spoken tongue seems to find it's way back into my mouth, tasting like a sugary sweet, cooling and careless
piece of you.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 6:49 PM UTC
Perhaps the familiar yet unnoticed crevices in the walls must mean more to me than the very same crevices which will forevermore remain hidden in the depths of my heart.
They're all pieced together,
forming an abstractly numb
piece of art.
Incisions, Incisions,
Made by false, ignorant decisions.
Beautifully arrayed intervals of nothing but enigmatic space.
When you part, your soul hath but a trace.
Done caring.
About the permanent , lethal damage that has been done
By far more than just one.
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC