Cosmic deities play us for a fool
Fate has her preculiar ways
Of twirling threads with nothing as tool
Twists, and joy or dread it brings 'til end of days
On the rainy days of September
As the witching number strikes
A present from the skies, I remember
And a feeling in my heart, unexpectedly hikes
Majestic, she was from another realm
With spires and chandeliers tall
And valiant loyal men guard the helm
As echoes rang harmoniously across the hall
But Love pulled me effortlessly
From the pyres of Friendship, I hold
Towards the inferno of Love I dipped carelessly
And alas, I was changed, I was told
Echoing screams of denial rang
As I clutch the doorway of abyss
The reality of our inevitable end hang
And I pray that the binding arrows will miss
Love is a sweet spring song, I was told
But lies, herecies, foolishness under the mask
It was useless to conquer and be bold
To expect colors in future and ask
The wise says 'Love conquers all'
But in truth, all conquers love
As I voiced my feelings and how I fall
All I received was a crow under the feathers of a dove
Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 6:53 AM UTC
I can hear the string stretch
As I pull the arrow and aim
I never miss, they say
But truly, my arrows waste
I will always be not at fault
See, the arrows needed are two
Connected like strings it pull
The two lovers until they fall
I am the god of love but I never create love
I am the builder of bridges
That let two beings become one
But see, it is not my fault.
The connection let them see
A way to love only a few heartbeats away
But in the midst of the birth of love
They break the knot and part ways...
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 12:32 PM UTC
I am love
I walk the earth tainted red
For I cannot watch from above
While their destiny hangs on thread
I am love
I weep for those who cannot
For the hand dipped in blood like glove
For the corpses of ages that rot
I am love
I see them hold arms instead of other's arms
Scream as blood taints dove
And burns as their fingertip harms
I am love...
Am I love?
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 12:07 PM UTC
Now, the mountains rise
But we must cast the dice
Being powerless will not suffice
Fear, must be courage in disguise
But, alas, there the trophy on top
The soil may crack, but we may hop
And as inferno grabs, we must not stop
Until the fingertips, on the gold, drop
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 9:37 AM UTC
I opened my eyes and realized
The contours of thy body crumbled to ash
My fingers grabbed a handful, but the grains slipped
Then my eyes closed, but thy image tattooed on my lids.
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 10:50 PM UTC
You are there in my times of prime
You are with me as my partner in crime
Now, as I hold your fingers to mine
Feel my heart as the beats incline.
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 10:29 AM UTC