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epictails May 2015
There were so many roses
Still, I chose a thorn
Still I chose* **you
off the grid again
epictails May 2015
I am a Pandora's box
: an enigma
: a flow of contradictions

I am infinitely pulled by madness and lucidity
: ambiguous
: definite

I am the lake and the river
: deep
: never-ending

I am explosion and implosion
: wrecking anything great
: and infinitesimal in my wake

I am the universe and the  vacuum
: expanding
: condensing

I am two poles wide apart
: the northern
: the southern

I am two realms
: the real
: the surreal

I am the skies and the earth
making love to birth a questionable existence
Dangling precariously on the edge
Floating in a current of self-made paradoxes
Born to be my own antithesis
And breathe with the complexity of it all

Pray forgive me then,
For living as I am
Is a battle in itself
And as usual my inspiration comes at very unusual times
epictails May 2015
Mad, mad Dorotha, gay as a fiend
She had no one to call a friend
Who could dwell in the warm skies with her until the end
epictails May 2015
Golden bird voices in quiet places
Winds in howling caresses
Nature is profoundly mysterious in big and small paces
I'll start doing this as much as I could. There is a need of more metaphors in my writing and I think this is the best way to practice.Making it a daily thing
epictails May 2015
When life gets too hard
just remember flowers need a little rain to grow
a break from all the "serious" poetry I've been doing for the last couple of days :D
epictails May 2015
Half smiles leaving trails
Of simple wonder and childlike fantasies
Thought of in carefree days
Strained eyes, suppressed sighs
I see the concealed words in your faraway stares
Your mother and father
Handed you the life that was not your own
Making you a disbeliever of the fate you could have created

Your happiness took flight like a lonely bird
Leaving you with an empty cage to live in
Everything that you are, everything that you ever wanted to be
Are now winged hopes, flying in the horizons of lost dreams

The spark in your eyes tell a different story
From the praises that strangers throw upon you
They know you by face
But they never asked whether you are your dreams
It hurts me to look at my victories
The ones you have given at the palm of my small hands
With your selfless and strong love at the sacrifice of yourself
You are not everyone's hero, but you are mine

Your happiness took flight like a lonely bird
Leaving you with an empty cage to live in
Everything that you are, everything that you ever wanted to be
Are now winged hopes, flying in the horizons of lost dreams

Leave all your hurts to me
Pass on all your wishes to
The little girl who listened to all
The unheard dreams
The unfulfilled promises
Leave them be, let me be
The keeper of every winged hope in your wingless heart
To my inspiration for writing
epictails May 2015
words ****
tightening the noose on the neck
stabbing  anyone in their safest places
firing invisible bullets in chests

hate stays at the corners of death
while you are in front of it
shooting arrows aimed at the heart
laced with spoken disdain
cowardly commentaries turned solemn eulogies

he falls to eternal silence
his pained voice echoes in you forever
you walked him to his grave
quietly, convincingly
...

it' getting dark
in your disturbed slumbers, his dying face waits,
uttering that it's now his turn
to bring you to your grave
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