You are the light, I am the night.
You are the telescope, I am the subject.
You are the root, I am the fruit.
You are the branch, I am the leaves.
You are the reader, I am the book.
You are the writer, I am the words.
You are the canvas, I am the brush.
You are the skin, I am the blade.
- priam ; twist
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 12:39 AM UTC
I am baffled ghost that thine,
Esteem armes the nobility of lige;
Please'd the scruple valiant of truth,
Folly exprest my valour, my love.
Envied the potions of weary gate,
Fold my shadows nobility too late,
Behold for I have been seal'd;
Bewitching the tempting tongue.
I am ashamed to kiss the wanton harmony,
Lent you my silver quality of lies;
I am blown of love of thine,
Unaware to mistrustful actions of mine.
- ᴘʀɪᴀᴍ ᴘᴇᴀʀᴇ
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 1:27 AM UTC
Beautiful paradise draping in wanton vain
Men and women visage in pain
Storming the Homeland with sorrow's wind and rain
Laundering the beauty of morning's eyne.
The carcass of Country men blown by the wind- identity.
The Clamour of torment soul of Fellow man to despair- scythed the sanity.
Tears in woe as thy'd watch the Homeland in ash
Threaded in enduring the shrieking of Homeland.
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 2:24 AM UTC
Chaotic misadventures of yesterdays
Conquering the unheard lethal whispers of death
Violently shackled my life.
“Hallelujah!”
As the loving hands of our Almighty God
Touch of oblivion
The crimson thoughts and arts vanished.
The unworthy deed and madness gone.
“I am worth
For what I am will be the marvelous ending.”
Henious memories to hurricane of learnt.
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 1:11 AM UTC
Dream, chaotic misadventures yesterday;
Abyss of grief in favour
For thy been sadness savour,
Drew and flew to pensioner of wander's barrier.
Dream, sad-tuned tale of vision;
A lush vale of seeking the tranquility,
Undistinguish'd hopeful tomorrow,
Whereon dream is past; threaden the vision's sorrow.
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 1:52 AM UTC
(PRIAM PEARE)
Antipathy sawn upon thy visage,
Shackled in violent phrase;
For thy identity disqualified masterpiece.
“I'm a peasant in society.”
(AURELIA BORÉALIS)
Deprived to let liberty roam on their entirety,
Diminishments were bestowed upon them by the sky and galaxies,
Intoxication of their hypocricy killed their dignity,
Lifeless and despaired—still awaits for the longed equality.
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 1:48 AM UTC