Maybe it was the way the wind whispered its promise of cold,
Or the gaze of the moonlight that was to unfold,
I wasn't at all certain of what this night would bring,
Whether i would lose track of what has long been missing.
Definitely not in the way that the stars were indefinite,
Although the crickets were engrossed with the battle of wit.
As I wonder what is to come of the night so young,
I heard the ascending roar of what would find me wrong.
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 8:52 AM UTC
Fishes in the sea,
They said i'd find one for me.
But fishes in the sea,
No, they're not for me.
I could smell their stench,
Sitting on the tallest bench,
Fishes reek,
Therefore, not what i seek.
I am no fish, i swim differently,
They would always appear seemingly.
I am no fool for no fish,
Better things are what I wish.
I am not just a fish in an ocean,
No one but I could feel my motion.
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 4:00 AM UTC
You're my only mate indeed,
When nowhere's where I lead.
You are where I seem to run,
When I'm very far from the sun.
Your light is what I seem to grasp,
Excruciating death, I dearly clasp.
When you're the only thing that's left,
Inside, you always leave a cleft.
But what can I do tonight,
You're all I think is right.
My only mate would ****** me,
I doubt you'd take me slowly.
I'd run to you when I feel lost,
I doubt you come with no cost.
Whatever it is, I'd hold you close still,
Soon enough, you'd go for the ****
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 1:54 AM UTC
At the peak of midnyt,
I have caught sight
Of a surrounding fellow
With words he would bellow,
What a perfect nyt to make shallow,
To dive deep, not wallow.
Is there any other way, I ask,
Without these, no more mask.
I beg to differ is what i would utter,
Not you ever, nothing, i will mutter.
What a night of the forge,
Not I, you can scourge.
My peak of madness is what you seek
Before midnyt, I am meek.
1.8.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 4:36 AM UTC
Untie me now until you still can,
Release me from your arms like every other men.
You see, not I, not me, i can never be,
Ask my every mate, they would eventually agree.
Detach, let go, no one would know,
Let yourself be and I will just again, flow.
Your needs, i could ever not meet,
It's others at once you should greet.
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 1:55 AM UTC
If i could
i would sketch my intentions on a piece of string,
I would gently pull and pull until i run out of fabric.
And that's how i could,
If i could,
I would write my thoughts on a dark wooden floor,
I would continue on to every corner until i run out of colour.
This, i never would,
But if i could,
I would ask you to take my brains out and write yours,
I'd rather you use a needle until I am nothing but a corpse.
Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 7:29 AM UTC
I step on stage
Take out my book,
Would one ever listen?
To my newer outlook.
I grab the microphone,
Scan the crowd,
Would the group in front even listen?
Imagine myself in a shroud.
I start my first phrase,
My temples start to sweat,
Would you ever listen?
I'd never reach the next set.
I step back.
You know what i'd do too well
Would i even listen?
To myself, i wont even sell.
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 10:01 AM UTC
Days are countless, grains are boundless, With all the things i dare caress, they continually transgress.
Either love and above, with my glove I shove.
It is Aphrodite's dove I present thereof.
Everyday we pay rent to everyone, to every parent,
Needless to say what's apparent is for you I'm transparent.
In all the days, I raise my case,
My space is imperishably your place, I'll always lace.
In no day would I say that my time I would delay,
In no day would i weigh what others could portray.
Your way is what i'd pursue, I'd always construe.
No action would be untrue and in your slope, I'll angle anew.
Rest assured, every disease is automatically cured,
Days endured with you are days I am allured.
I rest in your eyes comprised of skies,
You authorize my demise with a million butterflies.
Your heat is my seat and I sit with retreat.
As you greet, you deplete what I could never defeat.
My days, I live, for the chance to percieve.
The world in your sleeve is what I'll achieve and believe.
It is without a doubt that my days are in drought,
When my day lacks what you're about, my existence is without.
Indeed, I plead that everyday I am in need,
In your speed is where I feed and I will forever succeed.
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 3:29 AM UTC
A dive out of my senses,
I use the existence of defenses.
If the story is told differently,
I dive deeper away from sanity.
I read out loud and silently.
I dare not express intently.
Your spoken word and poetry,
Requires not my utmost honesty.
Alice fell down deep in the rabbit hole,
She speaks of wonders right through my soul.
If I wander away without attachment,
It is my complete form of detachment.
While I read and read, I escape.
All I hear are kittens about to scrape.
It is I and I alone,
In my throne of the unknown.
Stories travel, stories are heard,
But when I do, they're always blurred.
No spoken word, no story, no prose,
You don't stir me away, not even my toes.
Your stories and your unwritten book,
It wouldn't amount to the rabbit's outlook.
So as i delve deep and stay astray,
The trees, the sea, they never not pray.
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 3:28 AM UTC
Aloft, I wonder,
Mindless, I saunter.
Restless are my feet,
But you walked on concrete.
Beneath our fair share,
There is nothing I shan't bear.
All may burn far-off,
You know only what to doff.
Awakened are the depth,
The downed, the deepened breath.
Though I refuse to walk bare,
You present your magnifying flare.
1.1.
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 3:27 AM UTC