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Mornings were once sweet
Sweetened by her voice
A smile inducing voice
How dull today is

Her beauty took possession of my eyes
Made me shyly look at the floor at her presence
Her walk collapses my jaw

How cruel she is
She  robbed me off my voice
Rendering me speechless
How cruel she is
Refusing to use her profession to cure my speech
So that I may talk past hello.
Victory is but a loss
We live our lives in a hunt
Hoping to catch the Lightning Bird
In our success of catching it, what is it,
That which we gain except the loss of adventure

Victory is but a suffering
We live our lives as servants of corpses
Hoping to live before we die
We search for people and moments
That make us feel alive, but when we find them
We suffer the loss of knowing we were alive all along

Victory is but an illusion

When dogs catch the car
What do they do?
It's better to face darkness
With eyes closed
Than to face light with eyes wide open
My hope shyly hides
Praying for the return of light
My fears peacefully rest
In the absence of light

I hear spiders crawling
A buzz of bees behind my ears
They don’t scare me
Not more than the flickering light I see
It draws me out of darkness
Raising resting hopes and dreams

The surrounding darkness is peaceful
The light shows friendly hurting faces
I find comfort in the ignorance of who hurt me
Torture in the sight of friend

Blame not the demon for tearing me down
But the angel for not offering a hand
The buried see and weep
The live do not and  rejoice
Forgive me if I stare
Your celestial body is alluring

The beauty of your eyes,
rob me of words to say
The warmth of your smile, paralyzes my hands so I can’t sign

Forgive me for yearning for you,
For having you is forbidden.
My eyes see you as Juliet to the Romeo I am,
Forgive me, for the sin we are yet commit.

Forgive my mind for losing restraint at the striking site of you,
I stare at your lips, and my mouth gets watery at the wonder of it’s taste.

Oh blessed river, forgive
Is
Is
My love is
Sweet as morning's air
Warm as springs sun
Gentle as it's wind

My love is
Harsh as the winters breeze
Cold as it's nights
Absent warmth in day and night

My love is
The sun which dries tears
The thundering storm
Fun as summer days

My love is
The sun, without I
wither

My love is
You
Get away from me
Your presence repulses me
With all honesty
When I said
I meant hold me

I hate you
You make me feel the worst
Truth of the matter is
When I said
I meant I love you

You annoy me
I regret ever saying yes
With overflowing truth
When I said
I meant thank you for choosing me

I promise
To keep you
To live for us
To care about your interests
To be yours and only yours
When I said
I meant it
I wish
So begins the words of a lazy and an uneventful being.
Lacking true actions and follow ups to the stars promised.

I wish
so says a being stuck in the past of the present.
With eyes shut and Ignorant of the gift of now.

I wish
so are the words belonging to an untrustworthy being.
Who says I failed because my wish came false.

I do not wish
Once through we passed
How young we were
At old the tunnel swallowed us
Weep not for us

Once again we shall pass
How young we are
At old the tunnel will swallow us
As birth did  before
Weep not for us

Endlessly life cycles
Butterfly from Caterpillar  
Caterpillar  from womb
Weep not for us

Thundering claps and steps
Roaring screams of joy
once again welcomes us
To a world anew
Rejoice for us
Loving me is dark
I’m all lights cameras and action, the greatest showman
At the end of every show, the lights turn off, cameras too
The action stops
And the darkness shines

Loving me is lonely
I’m quite an entertaining character, the main event
the bringer of smiles and laughter
At the end of every set,
the crowd leaves
Empty chairs keep the hallow stage company
And the loneliness echoes.
Her touch
Makes us feel sonder
Completely will we know it?
regardless of the outcome
We are happy

Her presences
Puts I in the state of liberosis
all insecurities and fear
Dissolve to dust and free I am
We are happy

In her absence
Feeling of monochopsis
Drowns my thoughts and I
In her memory
We are happy

At the  end of day
Unsaid words lurk
Unstirred feelings float
We are not happy
wake me
would thy kiss wake me
from eternal sleep
or shall it keep me under?
oh woman wouldst thou wake me  

wake me
would thy kiss free me
from eternal nightmare
or shall it extend mine suffering?
oh woman wouldst thou wake me

wake me
would thy kiss wake me
from eternal suffering
or shall it vanquish peach
oh woman wouldst thou wake me

wake me
would thy kiss free me
from eternal loneliness
or shall it infuse mine sadness?
oh woman wouldst thou wake me

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