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 Aug 2019
Babu kandula
It always feels
You are right

Deep inside you know
You are the master of your chaos

You already have a degree in destruction

That mind is one giant think tank

Fires the cannon and crushes your dream

Never have enough time to think you are wrong

Yes "I" is pretty strong emotion

With a mix of E (Ego)
 May 2019
Realeboga M
Imagine to my surprise when I say.
"You're my soul mate"
"You're my sole date"
"Yet we can't be because of fate"

Imagine to my dismay when he told me.
"She doesn't love right"
"She does't believe in it and so she fights all these emotions with all her might"

Imagine to my chest when,
It heaves
When each breath comes with a tug of pain.
And each beat with a realisation that we cannot be.

I cry.
I scream to the top of my lungs because I know what I want.
"Why doesn't she want me back?"
My soul keeps asking and my spirits keep shaking.
Nodding it's head no!
It doesn't make sense.
Why is the universe so over the fence about us?

Imagine to my soul the pain.
The emotional heart strain.
Truly can I not find and accept love in you?

You're my soul mate.
My one true fate.
So why can I not get closer?
Why must you be so far and so cold to me.

In this epiphany I see no us but I feel all of us.
It shouldn't be like this! If I don't get you at the end of the day.
If our souls cannot merge and become one.
Why must my soul convulse  and be torn from limb to limb.

Imagine my sheer disappointment
When knowing my one true cannot be my only true.

Panda this goes out to you.

I am accepting that the universe has linked us to be two of the same but not enough to be one.
It just affects me mentally knowing that what should be my other half is half of someone that I once was and cannot wholly be forever.

It affects me to notice how we synchronise yet we end up breaking apart.
The complexity behind what we had mistaken for simplicity.
Isn't there just a way for us to restart?

To meet in an alternation whereby our souls remain the same yet allow for the two of us to become one?
A universe that allows this to not end in such a dull dark way?

Can't I get a proper ending with you?
You're the soul mate that could be a star crossed lover.
Yet why haven't and why can I not fully experience us?
 May 2019
Innocent
My heart begins to thaw
Like the mist on the river draw
Butterflies wings create a stir in the air
Whispering, so, do you dare?

Dare I run along the ridge of the moon and fly above the stars
Where the rain drops carry the musical notes of your guitar
Dare I open my heart wide, let the love in.
Apparently, It is the original sin


Dare you

You do know


I am inevitable
 Oct 2018
Cecil Miller
In times of poor and plenty,
I shall love sans dolenti
That smile across your face
That sends me out in space.
Connubial bliss will be
Like moonglow on the sea,
When you are by my side,
In amourous hearts abide.

Take comfort,
We are favored
By heaven
And by nature.

Love has come to you, and
Love has come to me.
I see your pulchritude.
It shines from inside of you.

In times of poor and plenty,
I shall love sans dolenti
That smile across your face
That sends me out in space.
Connubial bliss will be
Like moonglow on the sea,
When you are by my side,
In amourous hearts abide.

Your fragrant
Flowing hair
Like wheat
Upon the air...

You are a gift to me,
A cosmic mystery,
Enigmatic.
I take thee.

In times of poor and plenty,
I shall love sans dolenti
That smile across your face
That sends me out in space.
Connubial bliss will be
Like moonglow out at sea,
When you are by my side,
In amourous hearts abide.

Our sigual links unyeilding bond.
You are the only one
I'd ever give my love.
You're the one that makes me happy,
Sappy like a heavy bow.

I shouldn't be without you.
I'll never have a doubt about you;
And now I know your mine.
I'm yours completely, love is fine.

In times of poor and plenty,
I shall love sans dolenti
That smile across your face
That sends me out in space.
Connubial bliss will be
Like moonglow on the sea,
When you are by my side,
In amourous hearts abide
I just felt like scribing a wedding song. I do my most prolific writing in early morning. This was completeled in one drafting.
 Oct 2018
Cecil Miller
I've been on the edge of my seat
Waiting for a chance to meet
Another bad one.

Wake me up from out of this sleep.
Give to me some secrets to keep.
Start with a bad one.

Where is love and raising hell;
Spitting fire in a cheap motel;
Angry friction in the eyes
Of desire, and fearless rides
On wheels of fury in the night
That burn the roads and holds me tight?

Cover me with intoxication
Like a sheath of skin over blade.

Where is greed and desperation,
And running from them to each other?
I remember when the living was real,
And the passion was always a thrill,
Anchored in the pounding hearts
That were bound to top the charts.

Blowing wilder than the wind,
I'm never going home again.

I've been on the edge of my seat,
Waiting for a chance to meet
Another bad one.

Wake me up from out of this sleep.
Give to me some secrets to keep.
Start with a bad one.

Is love born out of some kind of need?
Is the feeling still somewhere in me?
I need to be a bullet fired
Entangled in what has transpired,
And wispered like a scream on fire.
Climbing night time rage and wire,
Two for one and sacred pyer.
Acid venom and supplier.

Running like a theif in the night
Hiding in the briar from the light.

I've been on the edge of my seat,
Waiting for a chance to meet
Another bad one.

Wake me up from out of this sleep.
Give to me some secrets to keep.
Start with a bad one.

...And it's fast.

...And it's strong.

...And it's done.

...And it's gone.
I wrote this just this early morning and in one sitting. One question, When I shared it to my facebook account, the word "hell" was automatically redacted - why? Fix it. I edit and censor myself enough as it is.
There is a variation of two cadences in this one that don't always fall into a sequencial format. As my writing style is kind of free-flowing; musical and organic, it just turns out that way.
I haven't set it to music exactly, but as I hear it in my head, it is definately going to be a song.
I'm into bad ones.
 Oct 2018
Cecil Miller
You've got a lot to learn now, honey.
You ought to take it slow,
But please don't take forever, honey.
We've got a ways to go
Here on this road to nowhere, honey,
And nothing in between.
Maybe we'll last forever, honey,
Unless we're too obscene.

Timewise, I don't have much too spare
On property, that's not my fare.
Little bits of lost lives; stolen,
Given to the egos; swollen.
I understand security,
I'm my arms, secure you'd be.

Maybe you don't need protection, honey.
But, still, it could be nice to know.
I'd lay my coat down for you, honey,
To bridge the puddles in the road.
Whenever we are elemental, honey,
I'd shield you from the chilly wind.
And raise the walls and ceilings, honey,
To build the house of fire again.

We could sail the oceans blue,
Or a rapid river in a canoe.
Sacred are the hearts of two
Who syncronise the avenue.
I can fix when you have need,
And you can fit my heart, indeed.

The letter of the risen law, honey,
Cannot dam the rushing flood
Of power you have over me, honey
I'm feeling mighty good.
Don't take advantage, honey.
Don't pass a good thing by.
We got some synergy, honey.
All good things will come in time.

Only if we hesitate,
There is a time when love is late.
Maybe love might come again.
Maybe no heart ever wins.
Maybe hearts in hand will soar.
Lesson one: I love *******.
I started writing these verses to a rhythm in my head. I haven't set it to music, yet. I hear it as a moderate pace in the longer verses, and a warbling, pooring like honey in the shorter verses. (Hence, the title Honey)
 Aug 2018
Babu kandula
You strike like a bowling ball

And am one of the pins

Either a strike or a spare

Your victory is inevitable

But, I still challenge you for the next round
 May 2018
anya
you will try to paint it out,
or write it down,
sing,
dance,
and act it out,
but no one will see the picture.

i'm sorry.
one day, i'm sure, we shall search for those who will.
 May 2018
Ashly Kocher
Music inspires
The soul
To dance
Freely
With no
Judgment
Of what
The heartfelt
Words speak
Loudly
 Apr 2018
Rebel Heart
Is it wrong
To wish
That for all the scars I own,
I could reopen just one
To let my demons spill out
So as to cleanse myself
Of the torturing sins
I carry as a weight
Within my veins...
But Alas
That would do nothing
But let more darkness in
...
(Front Page 4/29/2018)
 Mar 2018
Cecil Miller
Your crusty new day eyes
Have long been opened wide.
You're not at home.
You're out in the world,
Where I can't hurt you.

I know our time has passed.
I can't bounce you on my knee;
Look into your eyes and see
No matter what mistakes there might has been;
That you love me.

I ain't always been a white hat guy.
I got no answer, if you ask me "Why?".
I'll never have a claim to innocence.
There's no excuse for it.

I've no right to write
What your heart has kept inside;
I can't be forgiven.
Though I'm no longer your monster,
I am your ghost.
Sometimes, I bet I'm screaming in your dreams.

I caused pain and much despair.
And I know it's too late to save our past.
But hopefully these few lines
Can spare other lives from similar despair.

I know our time has passed.
I can't bounce you on my knee;
Look into your eyes and see
No matter what mistakes there might has been;
That you love me.

I ain't always been a white hat guy.
I got no answer, if you ask me "Why?".
I'll never have a claim to innocence.
There's no excuse...

And it weighs on me
Like sopping rags
That cling to my body
When caught out in the storm.
I thought this was going to be a country song. It is not.
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