Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 Jul 2012
SWB
I shut the lock tight
with a sharp steely smirk on my face,
then melt the key.
 Jul 2012
K Balachandran
Quite possible,
This world doesn't exist:
You now dream to read,
What I didn't write.
 Jul 2012
K Balachandran
Reality has just two eyes,
imagination has thousands;
a night sky full of winking stars,
orchestrating a hyper reality!
 Jun 2012
Tilly
I walked a year of days in your shoes

hands in need held

now you choose to travel onwards alone

*barefoot
A little </3 today
Listening to Lifehouse~Broken
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I6cdPeYJh0s&feature;=related
 Jun 2012
Tilly
That heart you'd kept safe,
then returned cold and blue..
It still leaks when it beats,
leaving ***** stains of you.
Can you see the twist?
 Jun 2012
Tilly
Our hearts will match such thunder,
from hooves; such gentle neighs.
As time approaches slowly;
An ending to this pain.
 Jun 2012
Tilly
Perfectly still, this calmness,
after such a beautiful storm; Cast skyward,
observe this changing sky.
Watch the Sun slowly reappear.
Always trying to head towards the light.
"Ouch!" said the moth,
"Wrong way!"
 Jun 2012
Tilly
Orbiting freely,

black holes silently spin me,

within an unconquered void of darkness;

Supernova implosions, rebirth, ensuring starlit skies.
as light and dark collide *remember* we are all made of ...carbon

~ the shining stars amongst us truly use it better than others ~

<3
 Jun 2012
Tilly
Poetic carnal carnage,
unwords his beautiful muses;
once laid by mirages, penned paper promises.
A bound volume of goodbye *****.
Unladylike to swear? Would you like apologies?

"I shan't denounce my act,"said the poetess, finding her voice again, "twas so beautifully done."
 Jun 2012
K Balachandran
After sunset
life gets hectic,
music sets fire to hearts,
**night dies till the dawn comes.
 Jun 2012
K Balachandran
Bewitching eyes, you wouldn't tell lies,
the resplendent polished diamond,
radiant in your depth-
i clearly see; your soul!
 Jun 2012
K Balachandran
Her magic carpet flies me there,
pleasure is the land,
none desires to leave  ever;

but can't stick beyond limit.
 Jun 2012
K Balachandran
On the pinnacle of pleasure,
a throbbing red flower;**
vying with each other to reach there,
in bliss they collapsed!
Next page