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Distance can be miles apart
Or a block away from each other '
We both see the horizon
In different time zone
Separate position
Same direction
Before sun rise
In the still of the darkness
I see a ******’s bloodless love
Flowing at peace ;
The wait was long
But he showed no wrath
Incinerating me in the flames of his glorious path
Have I not walked a natural phenomenon this beautiful before
Never the I'consumed methylated spirit -
That I'engaged in 'tandav
Whilst my boots concealed precious opioid syringes
was un touched .

The same story created multiple more

Even though I have unraveled a myriad of ideologies



I kneeled to the One ;





The exquisitely pure ,

The inconceivable ;

The unmanifest ,

Of infinite form ;

Blissful, tranquil, immortal ;

Everything about him reeks of danger and insanity
His scent gives off a feel of nostalgia and safety
Following sardiness of regret
Caught by the trawler of hope

Here control i s overrated '

The moment of the divine wholeness
Here I sit under it
Incessantly chanting

S t i l l

M o t i o n l e s s

Over an infinite time

It's green foliage adorns the sky
Each flower smiling .
The constraints,
which were built by the mind,
crumbled in an instant .
I look beyond myself and saw you there
All of these years of loneliness !
And though you are right, I've been looking as well,
In different time zone
Separate position
Same direction
Before sun rise
In the still of the darkness

'I 'Offered myself
It's never just a single moment '
It's a confluence of events
Of my tragic demise
Muted with misery ;
Afraid and paralized .
I  cannot rememb'r how't hath happened
' How I lost it all ;
Including my mind .
I'm berefted .
Since I realized ,
I stopped loving the things I loved the most
And nothing rings a bell
Except for a forgotten song
The places change
The pain remain
Lack of entropy
Got no string
Hybridity
Modernization
Temporary
It is, what it is .
Either be dragged
Or, let go
Or be torned '
limb f r o m limb
You can never tell me I never tried
I wasted my wishes in all the silent sighs
I'm a new person
Making the same ol'mistakes
Howling with the wild dogs
Searching for my next ****
'Tell me would you **** ?
Would you too, **** with no remorse ?
Would you too, chase up the hill ?
Would you like to run into my abstract dream ?
'All across the misty field of death and insanity ;
And if the monster showed it's face
Would you still want me ?

They say I lost my mind
They told you too a thousand time
'Today I wont lie
I don't really like the paradox at times
Life for me have never been of rhymes and chimes

Tell me, have you too felt like to die ?

Would you make me laugh until I cry ?
Or can you think of a better way to say good bye ?
Other than the blood spill ?
'Tell me would you **** ?
Would you too, **** with no remorse ?
Would you too, chase up the hill ?
Would you like to run into my abstract dream ?
'All across the misty field of disaster and incertainity ;
And if the monster showed it's face
Would you still want me ?

You are a new person
And so am I
Yet as forever
We always collide
We are never together
We never dissipate
We neither shun
Nor ever seek
The despair, hangover and indifferences
Now they barely lets us speak

I am forever lost
Never to be found
Have you heard ?
'I lead the monsters now ;
I'm still the same
Making the same ol'mistakes
Howling with the wild dogs
Searching for my next ****
'Tell me would you **** ?
I'm lonely by design
Captured by the craze
     Smoldering ;
         no flame ;
Toiled in vain ;

What would gain my chance '
To make a honest friend ?
Time has come to go
For the hundred millionth time ;
I walk the plank
Not a tear in my eye '
Maybe just another drink will let me forget ;
So I drink ; I drink ;
I'm overwhelmed with grief
The art of deception thee warp and weft

Still you're my favorite place to bleed ;

I'm ****** ;
In the paradise of whiskey and liquor
Life stood still '

This is to my lover '
I turned your lies into poetry
And I hold my breath with every guile
Before I burst out and sob '
And weeping alone intensifies my anxiety
Me and my lover came to an end '
No more staying under summer canopy
And I ,
Wasted over the bridges of sighs
It never seems to get better
Never thought you could lie
So I try to drink in the name of poetry and virtue ;
Yet you're all that I psyche '
And all I ever loved ;
I loved in vain
Love got biased ;
Memories filled in '

It called for another drink ;
It's all in a lie
In all the secrets you behold ;
You fooled me twice
And you fooled me thrice
Just to see me sigh another time
Here you are 'you reload

All to play your selfish selfish game
Here you are 'back again

Unburden me from all the mundane woes ;

Here's how it goes ;
Briskly walking in February rain
No rain could stop the fire burning in my soul ;
And all I ever loved ;
I loved in vain
Love got biased ;
Memories filled in '

It called for a drink ;

I drink ; I drink ;
Horrid burden of memories breaks my back ;
Intoxicated . Ripped .
So I drink in the name of poetry and virtue ;
In order not to feel .

I drink ; I drink ;

I have to be continually drunk
For in the naked night of your arms
I have witnessed my truth ;

'The tears they stream
I am a mess
Back down to earth I plummet
Surrounded by darkness
Overwhelmed with shame
Love drunk ;
I sway ;
The papers all wet
Yet here's how it goes ;
The ***** ran strong
Weakened by the soulful cries of lovers'
Dead . Dying .

And the truth caused friction ;

So I grab another drink ;

Now I soar through the day
I drop from high above
In the air 'I stay

The arrogance behind this grand design ;
was taken whole from the liar's heart '
Liar as god himself, a rumor, a myth ;
who wander ; who wait ;

Here we are ; yet again ;
This is for my lover ;

It's all in a lie
The art of deception you Lo and behold ;
You fooled me twice
And you fooled me thrice
You held my hands
On the beach side
To say goodbye
One last time
Again ..you leave and you leave ...and you leave
To come back, again  .

And all I ever loved ;
I loved in vain
Love got biased ;
Memories filled in '

It called for another drink ;
'I'll love you in every life
Over any distance
Through every tide
I will love you ;
Over and over again
To eternity and infinite '
I will pour 'em all every time ;

till love itself runs dry .
Red hair ;
Ripped blue jeans
She appears ;
Dark lips ;
Spelling dark lies
She moves near ;
She giggles with glee ;
Followed by her succubus glare

She roared in your veins ;

Starving ;
A hunger never to be fulfilled
She's back again ;

Lust to lust ;
Flesh to flesh
Sharp scratches ' piercing skin ;

Your sweet temptress ;
Her hunger to devour you
In the hell between her thighs ;

Her savage fingers lingers ;
On your blood soaked chest
Bathing herself in your death ;

You are her'stage ;
She performs every blood moon night

Ripped vestures, uneven breath  ;

Pervert, she is ;
And so are you
Uttering, mastering it ;
'The moment I laid my eyes on you
I knew you could hurt me the best
I crave loss and despair and heart break ;
                                               ' I confessed

So what if I can't feel the love ;
I still can feel the pain
Obfuscating the visions with thick veil
                                                       Eyes dry .
For I do not know how to write
Ink flows from my eyes ;
free as the fallin rain .

Poisoned by contempt'

Yet, I will love, again ;
to re-gain, the stain .
Liquid courage to numb the pain.
Intoxicated to forget.
Offbeat blood, sent from heart to vein.
Returns with a guest, she just met.


She closes up, leaves the bar clean.
To her apartment, around three.
In bed she lays, counting some sheep,
That mock her, thinking she will sleep.
She hears the crickets’ lonely beat.
Reminding her of creeps she meets.
Sometimes they have a potential start.
But never truly go that far.


Each night dealt with some other cards.
But slowly starts to build up guard.
She puts less time in her makeup.
But drunks continue to pick up.
She joins in shots, hopes to pass out.
But in her head she hears the shouts.
Her heart’s hunger for real love.
Her clouded thoughts rise above.


A newly turned insomniac.
No longer sleeping on her back.
Till curtains peek with starry eyes.
So bright, leaves a forceful rise.
Her sobs like strings of violin.
A void no liquor can fill in.
Despite how much she tries to drown.
The aches resonate with shrill sounds.


Another night, still found no one.
A man enters, two drinks and done.
She questions him, “What is the rush?”
Always pulled into a quick crush.
But never really tends to last.
As he mumbles about his past.
A bartender, like therapist.
As alcohol reveals the gist.


Now drunk and loud, he starts to shout.
Before his crash, he raises doubt.
He talks about, the best he lost.
Always at home, waits for the toss.
She cheers him up, when in a rut.
He gets up again, “That **** mutt!
To see her hurt, curled up in bed.
I held her paw, up till her death.”


The next night, slept pretty early.
He was perfect, brown hair curly.
Her eyes were lost, but not with lust.
Enjoyed his smells, delicious must.
A piece of her, became a part.
Happy to save his sinking heart.
Rescued him, he slept on her rug.
Named Milo, her three-legged dog.
This is one of the sample stories in my new book, "BitterSweet," which has become a #1 New Release on Amazon.

https://www.amazon.com/BitterSweet-Lior-Gavra/dp/0999497103/
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