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Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?
 Jun 2015 Cally Nyx
Ysa Pa
Have you?
 Jun 2015 Cally Nyx
Ysa Pa
That's it
It's done
It's over
I've buried my memories of you

I've forgotten the way you smile
I failed to recall how you laugh
I ceased to remember how you walk
I omitted the sound of your voice
How you say my name
Your scent whenever I wear your hoodies
How you play with my hand and with my hair
How you greet me good morning at 6:45am
Even though your aren't a morning person
How you never fail to say goodnight
How you tell your stories
How you like your coffee
How you hate to lose but let me win
How the windows of your soul focus on me

Who am I deceiving
I can't forget you
I don't want to but I need to
I haven't forgotten anything but I'm trying

How about you?
Have you forgotten us?
                                             *Or how I said goodbye?
 Jun 2015 Cally Nyx
Mercury Chap
Figures of black and white
Walk around in the street
Half black, half white,
They all bow and greet.

Inside some are complete
Shade of black
Inside some are complete
Shade of white.

Only if I could look into their eyes
Only if I could know who they really are
Only if I knew they were like smoke of a cigar,
White from outside and black from inside.

Is there some way to know
If they are truly sincere?
If they are more white than black?
If being more white is rare?

Figures of black and white
They may deceive you in the shade
Figures of black and white
In the darkness they completely fade.
Figure of Black means a black heart or to elaborate more, the bad the people in the society.
Figure of White mean a white a heart or the good people.
It simply means that I am confused if people are more good hearted or not. Then my confusion ends at the end.
 Jun 2015 Cally Nyx
Eiliv Advena
A place with elves
dwarves, hobbits and men
A place with tales
We hear again and again

A place with adventure
That will never die
A place to laugh
And a place to cry

A place with songs
Of ancient days
Sung by elves
Merry and gay

A place where you hear
The hobbits laughter
Where they live
Happily ever after

Where mountains are filled
With silver and gold
Where the dwarves mine
Mighty and bold

A place with men
In cities of stone
And their great king
Sits on a beautiful throne

A place with lore
To others unknown
A place that I love
A place that's my own

There I live
And there will I die
In middle earth
My heart will lie
I'm happy!
Not because everythings fine but because I'm alive,
And life itself is hope enough!
I'm happy because its a new day,
I'm happy because I'm able to write
I'm happy because I know people who love me
I'm happy because life spent upset is wasted,
I'm happy because no matter what happens to me,time brings all things to pass and life goes on.
So many reasons to be happy,you only need to count your joy and you'll realise that the good things are more than the bad.
 Jun 2015 Cally Nyx
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explosive
 Jun 2015 Cally Nyx
s
i am consumed with feelings
anger takes over
things are flying
uncontrollable
stormy
violent
how does one control this?
are feelings meant to be controlled?
breathe in
breathe out
breathe in
breathe out
c o n t r o l
i cannot
i feel weak
i can’t breathe
help
boom
 Jun 2015 Cally Nyx
Rapunzoll
Ride
 Jun 2015 Cally Nyx
Rapunzoll
It hits in a spiritual, delirious way
the taste of blood is the only reminder
of how much I enjoy the pain

I crashed the car and I lived
I roamed the highway searching for your ghost
only to find it moved on long ago

We travelled 500 miles in this chase
for euphoria; the few signs on the way
urging us to follow separate paths

You're gone and I'm trapped
within this memory, a period of stasis
Cursing the alleged 'free road'
that brought us to this standstill.

(You never were one to take a risk,
always pausing to play it safe)

These selfish lights refuse to shift
throwing us back to different ends
of the spectrum once again

Yet I'm pulsing red, devilish hues
for you for you for you

If I could, I would crash all over again
But your lips are the only collision I need
and I was never one to wear a seat-belt
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Our love all at sea
where the waves come crashing.
We're not in the same boat
we're two ships passing.
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