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Chasson eli Oct 2017
Bleaked lights,
Probing above those bright eyes,
In the embrace
Of loving hearts.

Living with a thought,
"Hatred gathers around,
Yet replied,
A recurring love."

True, I tend to annoy,
Making sense of dead horses.

True, I tend to ignore,
Spin a tale for another thought.

But marks still remain.
I'll live with this guilt,
This stress and this regret.
Along with everything that I lost,
And some that I know
I will soon lose.

But you won't know.
Won't mind or remember.
Go on with your life.
Bright and happy.

All this pain,
All this void.
I'll live with it.
Face it in each blink,
Each thought in my mind.

Because I know,
its always been me.

Because I know,
World ain't that easy.

But I will smile,
Full of content and happiness.
Because I won't
Let you know
What on my shoulders,
Drag you down with me.

For all you had done,
Whether its good or bad,
For worst or better,
I'll forgive.
I'll felt grateful.

Will redemption can I ever get?

For when a leader finish his job,
People will say,
People will remember,
"Its happened naturally."
"We done it ourselves".

True, people come and go,
But stories inside,
I will never tell.
This is a somewhat my improved take on the subject of metaphors (refer "All's on the table"). So it is very open to criticism as I am still learning.
Chasson eli Oct 2017
To lone hearts and broken spears
Eyes closed mouth agape
Stuttering, shuddered in fear.

What are you doing here?
Joyous hints
Plain love in blue skies
Coughed a pure tremor
In his humor, tasteless
But I ain't no judge.
Wide smiles tore my heart
Nothing but a butter knife
Sweet but swelled.

Release my hand.
For the heart is all I had.
But lies was what I gave.
Trying to simulate jealousy here. But this is as close as i can get as i never had a wide range of experience in that area.
Chasson eli Oct 2017
A Wolf's hide,
Devoured,
Poured over the lambs' tears.

A loving hell in a Rouen march,
Far north and some miles behind,
Thence tipped and spared,
Making a way
For ides and blinds,
Could you see the man behind?

Fallen ideals,
Became elidible and fractured.
Plead not to be read
But to be planted
within the bearers of hearts
Steps by steps
Build a great arch
Of ignorance, of illiterate tears.

A peaking answer,
A broken language.

Dream your way through my mind
Find answers but questions
Perhaps perhaps
Sometimes excessive metaphors is bad. Above is an example.
Chasson eli Oct 2017
Sometimes the lifeboat
Which our hope is tethered
Is but a floating feather
Blown in zephyrs
In the soaking weather

The mist and the smoke envelop
A mystery, a missed envelope
An unopened letter

Wrote instead of
Letting these emotions
Go through the motions, ever.
Hope came to cope,
A mechanism
Letting us get rid
Of the foreboding peril.

Say no to the Devil
To the toad in the hole,
That we know can control.
On a whole new level,
Mill wheel turning,
Fear will turn into cheer
Chilled, flowing in vessels

How long have we known each other?
Would you rather go alone instead of
Getting thrown together,
Ghostly
In a lonesome bed
I bet it goes through your head, huh?

If we won't keep our head up
And we don't keep ahead
Then, we'll recede to the seas
That are deep below these heavens,
Knees trembling

He sees us...

For a hesitant moment there,
I was froze in terror
With a phobic tremor
That stoic heroics
Never extinguish
Spoken in most elegance

Flash! Lightning, fires fade
Ash, rising, sky ablaze

Some of us die
And raise higher
Others just lie in wait
In a hiding place
With a fright
Eyes agape and gazing vacant
Waiting patiently
Aimless paced
To syncopated beats
We need to face
Things we hate to see,
Embrace the things we hate
To say we need,
And that's hard to do,
How can we start anew?
When it feels like
Just half-way through
The last chapter,
the last part,
and now we're starting two

But in my heart of hearts I knew
That this is what I've got to do
True. And when I'm at home
I'll never be alone with you
You tenderly approach
Your presence is a glow

Put a hand on my shoulder, friend
And hold me, hold me, hold me close
31st May 2018: This verse is the longest I post. And for some personal reasons, I'm not very proud of it.
Chasson eli Oct 2017
Bruised,
Felt the sweat,
A ****** rose in my mouth.
Tending us to matter.

For what purpose did we exist
Other than to serve?
And we talked more,
Things that left,
Things that bothers,
Yet not things to come?

Losing in a train
A thought, few figures.
Lay it on me.

Forgot to care,
To hint the broken heart.
Forgive me
Yet embrace me
For we are held together,
To grow old together.
But my soaked crown
Kept my head inside.
Hidden my sight,
Shatter my voice.

Leave me be
In mending wounds
Renew sinews
In a creaking rock-a-bye.

Leave my head be,
Where my hat took off,
Blown off
By gust of memories,
Broken and hunched,
Laying off a chance,
To close my eyes.
To live in your heart.
To meet my maker.
Not trying to joke here. I wrote this thing long before i was even 16.

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