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Jul 2019 · 236
Uranos' Tendencies VI
You bumped into me.
I saw you try to run, trying to be free.
And yet even so, we were all people wanted to see.

How did we know about simple things like love?
We were certainly not examples of when push comes to shove.

I learned your name in the midst of silence.
Jul 2019 · 235
Uranos' Tendencies V
You walked ages.
I read many, many pages.
Treating each kiss as my day's wages.

Why did you get so flustered?
We promised not to keep our feelings so clustered.

I remember the way you said the words to me so sweet.
Jul 2019 · 208
Uranos' Tendencies IV
I felt that smile.
I wish I could feel that just more than awhile.
It would be funny if I could hold on to it, like in a file.

I would hold you all day if I could.
You should go now...no, wait; you shouldn't.

Don't disappear into a dream that has no end again.
Jul 2019 · 178
Uranos' Tendencies III
This sweat is salty on my head.
We came up to that horrible place, just like they said.
We all cried for rest, for a bed.

Who doesn't ask for plenty?
In the end, we just end up empty.

I can feel that all too well.
Jul 2019 · 177
Uranos' Tendencies II
What was it that we really invented?
What shape were we given and into history cemented?
Was this what we really intended?

Whose soul did we capture?
We should not have brought this rapture.

I know this is all my fault.
Jul 2019 · 166
Uranos' Tendencies I
I can only celebrate life at its end.
Those last breaths were a God-send.
It was so easy for my will to bend.

I miss you.
I wish this wasn't true.

None of that was my intent.
May 2019 · 170
Dusty Rusty
I trace the lines of discord on a discolored wall in a dismantled land.
Ruins of what tomorrow was is all that the eye can see,
covered by sand.
The tragedy of human corruption smiles upon my hand.
Dust.
It always crumbles into dust as I try and observe the rust.
Rust.
Dusty rusty.
I laugh at my exasperated joke.
My last drop of saliva disappeared, as if I spoke.
This parched tongue grasps its roof and pushes on its neighbor teeth.
It claws at the uvula, squeezing out any material it can.
My hands clench as my anxiety pulls itself out of my heart and I rummage for my canteen.
Plenty of water.
Water is still plenty.
My mother always did tell me,
"Each drop of water is a soul we lost on that day.".
I laugh again.
I don't know why I even cared to worry about getting dry.
By the way it seems, the water will never fall out of supply.
Mar 2019 · 224
Ronin's Opus IV
Profuse bleeding in and out of this space
creeping left AND right in this place
Fractured skulls smile in the dark crimson sphere
as she's flying up there, without fear.
It reels away, her pride,
as they swing back and forth on that shared ride.

Peeling away as he cries,
never ending clawing when he tries.
Forever it beats and never will it go forth
as the vibration of hate intensifies.
It flies away, his sigh,
as they sit there and wonder why.

Protecting the thing they devour in the end,
simple little hearts it tries to defend.
Welcoming a simple fraction,
yet theirs is a stunning reaction.
It smiles at the thought of a fight,
yet to know what is right.

Plastered are the things written in yellow,
and a fluidity is seen so slow.
Tomorrow is a just a word unknown,
when today is the only thing shown,
over and over again,
whose name only ever waxes and can never wane.

Pricy calls in the night bring an unsavory type,
Cult followings of the man breathe intense hype.
Asking just what we are is useless,
when that thing makes us no better than nonsense.
Beating and beating over again, it flows.
Running and running, he knows.

Poked into, a secret can only mean so much,
mixable fluids make your eyes cold to the touch.
Your lies bolster and make you reek,
it's sad that they'll all be dead in a week.
Rise up and smile on the world,
here comes another animal with its rage to the devil sold.
Feb 2019 · 639
Ronin’s Opus III
Once the world was pure in design
Twice the air was sullied
Thrice the demons came forth to dine

Once the world was pure in ideals
Twice the water grew red and muddied
Thrice by the angels who broke the seals

Once the world was pure in responses
Twice the earth was spilt
Thrice the gods of man spat nothing but nonsense

Once the world was pure in expansion
Twice the flora and fauna were made ashes
Thrice the world was thrown into hell’s mansion

Once the world was pure
Twice it fell
Thrice was made no more
Part three
(They’re exerpts from my book)
Jan 2019 · 169
Ronin’s Opus II
“Pictures of your smell
Run though my skin’s thoughts.
We’re separate and yet so close.

Abstract symbols are
What they reduce themselves
To. Painted flags signed
By leaders that once were one.
They’re separate and
Yet  so close.

Mind is pitfalling through
Shadow’s smile.Chewing
On my conscience. They’ve
Ought to be mine. I’m  separate
And yet so close.”
Jan 2019 · 246
Ronin’s Opus I
“A period of time
A time of whence I forgo my life’s joy
A section sanctioned by devils to run around
Like a dangerous beast
Running toward a feast
Like an expiration date of hate
I’m almost gone into my animosity
I’m almost forgone into my life’s joy
I’m almost about to run.”

-R
Jan 2019 · 191
A kind reminder
What is a raindrop's true dream?
What is it that make's it wanna fall?
What is it that makes its surface gleam?
What makes it wanna fly at all?
A continuation of life is all it seems.
A tale that's far from tall.
Like love that ran in a dream.
Like love we try to stall.
Standing up, can you tell me what it all means?
What those eyes full of raindrops recall?
As they collapse on your skin, what are their dreams?
As they fly down your cheek, I don't wanna see them fall.
When I speak to you, I pray those eyes gleam.
When you fly, why even go towards the dark at all?
A continuation of my life, is all you seem to be.
A tale that's far from being tall.
Like how I still love you, and you're still my dream.
Like how love makes me run toward you, and not stall.
Am I still in love? Who knows.

-N
Dec 2018 · 152
Burn my mind away
I can't refine the things in our mind, our selfish reprises.
I wish we could turn around, to make new surprises.
Burn all we love, its time is nigh as we run.
The licks at our heels, aren't they so much fun?

Breaks in our sanity escalate to a candy flavored cast.
A tight clenched arm on mine, you're why I can't run away.
Let go of me, I can't let you take over me at last.

I know, as we burn up with the rooftop falling,
We were caught fawning over our eyes again.
I can't believe that all of it reached a peak we could never climb again.
All we can do to try is keep on and keep on falling.

Breaks in your sanity escalate to a fiery brand.
It's on your skin and you yelp like a puppy at the pain.
You smile as you can tell it hurts me, because you know you own me.

The house we thought was ours is all in ashes.
I'm on the ground, taking your angry whip lashes.
Just bury me along with all of the heap, I'm done wasting my time.
It's not time anymore to weep.

Breaks in my sanity cause me to quiver at a sound.
I'm all but lost and so far from found.
I'm here in the wreckage; I'm here in her cage.

I'm screaming, pulling my hair.
You're laughing, keeping me there.
We're licking our lips at our next meal.
You've made me you, so let me try and see how you feel.

Breaks, who needs sanity?
Houses, they break so easy.
Ashes, the best kind of existence.
Nothing, that's all I wish this could be.
Dec 2018 · 160
Pillows of white
Steam house of dreams collapsing into a white colored dream
begins to encroach my ankles and i smile at the watery touch.

I tear up and they jump away to join the heat
I just stand, shaking my arms in joy.

I walk into a bigger puff of smoke as the dreams collapse again
and I don't know my right from left or enough to keep going.

I simply let my legs lead the way as my hands stretch forth in to the white
and I grasp the wet spots of air, hoping to hold on to what i used to love.

Running now, my feet pitter-patter on the wet slate
and i trip on my toes.

My nose is the first one to go
as red dye fills the once white cloud

Now, again,
I see you and me.

And that steam house of dreams rises once more from the red drops
the ones spreading across the wet floor

Now, again,
you're here with me.
Dec 2018 · 207
Untitled
It's an enigma that I know the answer to.
How will we work,
me and you?
Oct 2018 · 241
Math I guess
A positive emotion becomes a minus
A negative memory becomes plus
A zero reaction comes from my brain.
Oct 2018 · 190
Untitled
Can it be like how it was?
When just three words were enough?
I miss you too much to know.
Oct 2018 · 180
Lightbulbs
A flicker
That light
Each flash
Shows me
Grows
Your lies
Into
And truths
Something
That I love
I can’t describe.
Oct 2018 · 157
Time
I had a pearl white shine in your eyes
And all you saw were mine
So you snatched me up and called me yours
And you left me on my sides

I had a wonder filled heart for you
And you breathed in my air
So you held it in a plastic bag all for yourself
And you let it go like I wasn’t true

I had an ocean torrent of a laugh
And you subsided the front of it
So you could bear it all in your soul away from me
And you gave it all away to a bright new breeze

I had the greatest of child aspiration for us
And you gave it back so graciously
So you bottled me up right for your own device
And you stank up my life like pus

I heard your name and warmed my soul to it
And you breathed on the flames
So you could warm yourself in my fire for you
And you put it out with tears of strained eyes

I wondered out for God in you so many times
And you allowed me in one last time
So we could breath eachother in one last time
Before He had ya running out of time.

Time

Time

Time

I had my life brought up in your wings
And you fluttered toward my own
So you could fly farther underneath my draft
And you flew away. And this time, it lasts.
Aug 2018 · 219
He Mourns
He was a good man.
He walks to her grave and frowns.
He begins to cry.

He used to know her.
He finds out the tears wont stop.
He remembers her.

He used to love her.
He gets on his knees and bawls.
He could not save her.

He was so happy.
He puts his face in the dirt.
He has no more time.

He walks away now.
He leaves his tears and roses.
He has nothing left.
For those in pain over a loved one.
Aug 2018 · 155
Sweet lil' thang.
Like the sweet lip I give to this world's tea,
You ice my very soul and complete me.

Like the hilly land of the south that runs red with the blood of the sun at its setting,
I'd love to watch that dark place in our distance shine bright with red of enamor.

Like the field and old country crannie I ran across in the freezing winter's day,
so id run through this yellow prairie looking for your heart to hold always.

Like the flowing rivers of fish and fully-bellied bears,
Comb my hairs that flow through the delta of your fingers and part it to see my eyes wishing for you.

Like the elk of pride lifting its proud head,
I love you is all that could be said.

Like the tall pines and red oaks peeking above the clouds to shake hands with God,
So will I to look above this cloud of smoke to see you staring back at me.

Like the crisp smell of the sea on the beaches of the Carolinas and Florida,
May this southern Soul take you across them to dance in the sea of stars only seen with you, uh-huh.

Like the twang' of our home state and the culture of complete estate over all,
I hope to one day stand tall and boot scootin' boogie my way into your heart.

All this boy is a' hurtin' and nothin' more, sweet sunshine tea of mine.
Wishing, he is I swear, for nothin' more, sweet thang of mine.
Missing my girl and my roots.
Pure interchangeable chance found a way to make the light shine on that knoll.
A light shines on the two.
Now they lay in peace.
Now they lay with ease.
The shadow returns.
The shadow always does.
Here comes their son.
Here to raise the sun.
(Part 1.5)
As he walked through a forest he knew so long ago,
He sees a withered oak.
A proud thing.
A proud memory.
A proud day.
A proud history.

And yet all he feels now is the darkness of the shadow it casts.
He sees the leaves the rain soaks.
He has no song to sing.
He has nothing to be.
He has gone no way.
He has her in his dreams.

The rain continued as his clothes get wet, smiling at the memory of their first kiss.
It was like this...thing.
He can’t say it another way.
It was something to see.
It was something to light their day.
It was something meant to be.

He sighed and sat down under the far reach of the branches and watched the drops float down slowly; watching them made him happy, and yet they made him sad. They reminded him of the way the were happy, then sad. He laughed at his deep, philosophical banter. Is this not like our love, my dear?, he thought. One moment you’re soaked to the bone and trying nothing more than to run away when all you’d want more is to rush and play in the mud with eachother like children? Hm...and when the cloud are done weeping and they’re once again light with joy, what becomes of us? We simply dry our selves and go on with our full lives again....
Although...if it were meant to be...we'd simply fly and run in the field and let the sun have its way on our skin, no matter how sweltering it makes us feel.

And with that his thoughts were clear as he sat in that knoll.
Under and on that withered oak.
Its leaves laughing with the memories.
Laughing at the two of them.
Sighing at the sight of them.
Praying for the child of them.

And with that rain, each drop gave life to the leaves.
That grand oak.
Withered under its memories
Laughing at its own roots.
Barely a look under mans boots.
And yet, still strong enough to give its support.

———————_————————__

She walked up to that tree they used to love.
And found him lying there.
His skin still so fair.
But pale in comparison of what it used to be.
So she played there with him. Laughing with the tears of the sky. At what they used to be. Then in each other’s arms, they die.

The sun shines, and a shadow under them begins to bloom, letting the sun do what it pleases on their skin. There will be no joy for them this time though; they ran their last the day before.
Part 1
" I believed that my hands could grasp your quaking body forever.
Where you afraid, or excited?
Terrfied, or exhilarated?
Distraught, or joyous?
All I know, my dear love, is that I still can't find my hands away from you.
They claw and clamp your quaking body, trying to make it still.
To make you understand the amount of love I hold in this heart
for you.
All I know, my dear love, is that the few amounts of words I give
fill that absence of understanding and comprehension.
Its all for you.
Stop shaking, my dear love, I'm always here with you, dear love.
All I am, its all for you.
All I am.
For you.
It's everything.
So as I fall, please know this:
All I am, my dear love, is for you."
Jun 2018 · 107
Pain's revolt
I screamed above to the heights,
craving sanctuary, craving you.

The refusal given sends spores flowing into the wind.
An infection spreads and takes hold.

I understand now as I'm on my deathbed that it was you;
Only you could have done this deed to me.

The man who promised the world was just another word
that meant nothing in this long sentence of my life.

I died knowing it was you, and feeling pain.
Now it's in my throat, grasping and pulling my mind.

Rousing me from my earthly slumber, I grin.
Haha, thinks I, it's not over yet.

I dig up that grave you put me in.
I threw you in thinking that it would finally end.

The pain grew only more and forced me to exhume you from that void.

I was this close again to forgetting you;
but no, I had to remember you.

Another medium to cause pain,
you're the secret to the distraught.

I could never forget you.
You feed on my soul and spread that disease all around.

Infecting the sweet memories I had of you.
You're just a fungus trying to thrive in them.

How sad, father...

Because of you, I'm stuck.
I'm stuck running in and out of this hole you dug for me.

I hope you're glad, knowing the wind takes those spores.
I hope you understand: It's not over for us.

Come home to me; so I can stop circling here.
Like a vulture, like you.

I'm done waiting for your return.
I'm done.

Then again, what's another fifteen years?

Now I can't stop crying for you.
You're just so far from me.

Why'd you leave me?
Was I just too bad of a child to bear?

One spore.

Was my mother inadequate?
Was our family even worse?

Two spores.

Was my brother just another one of your spawn?
Was I?

Three.

Father, I'm done crying about it all.
I'm going to uproot this fungus.

I'm going to uproot you.
Please just come home.

Don't talk to me.
Don't ever come back.

In.
Out.

That's all I will ever be.
A silent revolt against you with no end.
Apr 2018 · 200
octem*
Such a distance they own; that earth, that sun, that moon.
Such a love they own; that one, those two.
Such a love is it that it is; that one, so true.
Bright and glorious, it flies so far above us; that one, from me, to you.
Our eclipses come sooner, then later; that one, it's you.
Such a brilliance it gleams, radiating sunbeams; that one, from you.
They reach as far as it seems; this space, I'm through.
They tear away these walls, and pierce the darkness of these halls; my love, for you.
They breath into us a life anew; that love, for you.
They shine forward, gleaming outward; our love, so true.
We burn into the sky, a star, a light, a question why; so pure, it's true.
A constellation, a revolution; I give this world, to you.
A new work of art, to you I impart; my ink, you use.
I write this for you. My love, dear moon.
*latin for "eight"
Dedicated to my dear love, Isabelle
sorry it's been some time since I've written! Hope y'all enjoy!
Sep 2017 · 276
Only us
Only I know how much she is missed
it feels like ages since our last kiss.

I know, only I do.

How much she is loved by me,for me, to me, with me, in my heart,

I know, only I do.

And she knows too, how much I am missed
and the length since our last kiss


Only she knows, only her.

How much I am loved by her, for her, to her, with her, in her heart,

Only she knows, only her.

Only we know how much we are missed,
and the pain of our last kiss.

Only we know, only we.

How much we are loved by us, for us, to us, with us, in our heart.

Only we care for love as an art, only us.

Only we share this heart, only us.

Only we love eachother so much.

Only us.
Jul 2017 · 372
Canto De Thomas Alias(VI)
" I remember how cleverly you stole this breaking heart
and mended it with your words of sweet reproach. What was hiding in those deep and in-contempt eyes soon became my reality and became my duty to approach your loving care with a certain crisp tenderness. I cared for your cruel world and I began to truly understand just why I was really in love with you. Some will pry at our harmony and try to steal its eloquence with their eyes sent by demons on our heels. Our shadows protect the past only we acknowledge as gospel. I loved you for that persevering heart and careful speech. But the fear of failure held you back until my coaxing took you high into the heavens where the milky white clouds became your throne and I knew for a fact that you were my queen and that I could only do one thing: Serve. Our journey is far from over. However, until I die, I will never let the enemy pressure you from the throne I put you to, nor will I let them give you any thought of abdication! I pledge my heart and soul to your future like I had before, and I will never cease in my praises of you... for you stole my broken heart and mended it into the heart of the perfect soldier. Now I will return the favor and serve."
She walks by him,
He smiles
"Tend my needs"
She cries
" I'm happy to be of service"
Is his response.

He stares at her eyes
Brown
Amazing in texture
So warming
"I'm happy to be of service "
He says with a witty smile.

He notices her hair
Brown
Amazing in its radiance
He swears it's soft
"I'm happy to be of service"
He gleefully announces .

He holds her aching body
So soft and smooth is her skin
She's rocking back and forth in tears
"I'm happy to be of service "
He whispers with tears of his own.

He traces her palms
The lines across them perplex him
He stares and gazed upon her cold body
Her casket lies wide open
"I'm glad I could been of service"
He says witha tear in his eyes.

He calls out her name
The night is silent
Oh, how he loved her
He whispers,
" I'm happy to love you"
And she holds him in the dark.

He wakes to her smile
How radiant it shines
Nothing else has ever taken his breath away
As he lies in his casket.
His last words are displayed;
" I'm happy to be of service today."
This story is about a butler who loved his mistress, but they knew it could never work out because she was close to dying anyway. And he gladly takes her into his arms as he dies and know that his service was enough to make her smile.
Jun 2017 · 308
Canto de Thomas Alias (V)
Always have I breathed in the way your wings broke the silence of this darkness. It flutters as
those of a butterfly; breaking this reality's sad hymn that is life and death. Your wings bring an
effect to me. Their flight across this opaque sky bring a flame to my vision. It burns across this sky, my heart, and sets it all ablaze. I watch as this flame creeps along my soul, your wings fanning this torrent of emotions. I breath in that sweet, sweet air that arises from it. I know one day my flight will set that soul of yours ablaze. Are you prepared for this torrent of emotion?
"When I first breathed her in, I'm pretty sure the onslaught of these emotions were enough to make me quiver..."~Tobias
Jun 2017 · 239
Canto De Thomas Alias (IV)
"If
Only you
Truly knew about
The things that bring me
Back to the place we first kissed.
They make me weep for joy
And smile again and again
Your sweet lips
Made my heart beat again."
May 2017 · 279
Canto De Thomas Alias(III)
If only this heart could stop and look right at you
For some reason it tries to look away, no matter
What I try, it always wants to look toward the
Past and remember the pain it used to feel
And now I cry out to your heart trying
So hard to have a reason to look
Away from all this pain, it
Hurts without you
It hurts so
Much
So now all
I ask of you is to
Call out MY name with
That smile that makes me quiver
And that laugh that makes me wonder
How in the world I lived without someone
Like you. If only my heart could look at your
Amazing eyes of brown, and how their shades
Never seem to end in my soul, laughing and smiling at me. I love you. Help me. Look at me and my heart will look forward to our reality
May 2017 · 382
Septem *
Atlas makes me wonder sometimes about what true struggle is. A never ending hell, carrying the world and the sky apart, so two ancient lovers never again experience the joy of a child who could be their advocate. They bore thousands just to shed their blight upon this world and purge all the divergent paths. Should I release  Atlas from his ******* and tell the two ancient lovers to love again so that the paths between us never again diverge? Or are you terrified in the idea of a path that converges like I am? I know Atlas would be more that joyful to be relieved, but what catastrophe would come from Gaia and Uranus giving birth to their next harbinger of death? This fear is so dumbfounding  and beyond my reasoning. I suppose, my love, that it's because we have no idea where our paths lead. But in the end, words are like the paths we take, ever flowing from the distance we make them out to be. So let's see where these paths lead so we will one day be able to converge at last without the fears of a lonely man. Atlas, begone! We've made our decision. Good day! And goodmorning my love. Let's now have the greatest talk about nothing at all ever and make those paths larger than ever thought to be.
May 2017 · 230
Six*
Woe is to this galaxy, we have finally converged our ends to this retched world. It is now time to ready your weapons; for we will show no mercy. Turn your eyes to this love that shines brightly and reflects to embrace you with its tenderness. I'm am the sun and she is like the moon, this metaphor used so regularly, it takes our roles of confidence and takes it to the extremes. We float ever so gently, gasping only for the day to see eachother again. As the night falls, I rise to search for her, in place and others. This and that one. High and low. Shallow and deep I will search. When I fall she rises, pondering about trail of woe. She finds me after a tide, and smiles at my face, brightening to give our light to this world. She floats closer and the ominous aura we liberate compels the mind and weakens the state of hatred others love in. If only our parents could understand that we do, the stars and planets and elements and aetherial aspects, we call to you to look upon us and finally realize, this love is eternal, and never again shall we search so woefully for the other, for we know the next time we meet; it will be a day that makes a man cry.
Sorry for the non- Latin translation... it's "***" so that's why I'd rather not have that as the title... haha
May 2017 · 212
Canto de Thomas Alias (II)
"I trip to see you walking
Towards
                Me
                      And
                               Wonder
                       Why
                    I
            Fell
                    For
                           You...
Only to realize that I'm still lying here
Smiling
               Like
                        A
                            Little
                    Boy
          That
   Just
          Loved
                      For the first time...
I finally have a reason to keep falling for something."
May 2017 · 179
Untitled
Never ending cycles
This tie is my life
Such a feeble ribbon
Silky white
Soft between the fingers
But so easily cleaves
No more that an inch
Thousands of souchers
No wounds to heal
The tailor uses me
But all too late
This tattered ribbon is now muddy
He doesn't seem to mind in the end
No
Never did I mind
At least I'm here
A part of the dress
The wedding dress of life
And now
It's groom is death
And I'm still here
Waiting to be thrown away
But the tailor still ties me into the cloth
And God am I so thankful
No matter how strange a marriage may be
At least I still have a use
At least he still uses me
At least I still want this life
But my life is so feeble
And represents a never ending cycle
Life
Death
Life
Death
Bear with me, no matter what stains mark me
And I'd be the happiest ribbon
So happy
I'd die
Apr 2017 · 329
My dream (V)
the children and I wandered the house
  seeking the terrible monster
    "Aghast!" cried my dear Samuel
  "thar be the beast!" cried my dear delilah
"Ar, that be no beast!"

i cried unto them
  " 'tis but your mother!"
   the children gasped and
  cowered behind my legs
"she's like one when she's mad.."

began my beautiful Nicolai Jr.
  I covered his mouth
   and prayed to God my wife
  had not heard my child
I heard a snarl from the other room

and we all shrieked in
  terror of the beast
   for she is quite ferocious
  when she awakes
to find our morning messes

I woke up for my dream
  and waited for my wife
    to yell at me for the mess around me
Apr 2017 · 613
Canto de Thomas Alias (I)
"These eyes have seen your graceful movements, you're
bounding and flitting across these horizons,
wandering across the opal clouds,
teeming in the azure seas,
loving you,
like
I
do.
I run there,
by your side and try so,
so so hard to just keep the pain,
of slowing down to this inevitable stop,
just wishing my heart could stay the same pace as yours."
Apr 2017 · 472
I can't stop smiling
It's an infection of laughter. She smiles and I mirror her dazzling face. She's in pain and still smiles for me. O, when will my smile recede? Never. Even if she stops, I will continue to grin and laugh and hope it becomes  an epidemic. And hopefully she's patient zero.
I live for that smile
Apr 2017 · 377
Quinque*
Ah, dear universe. If only you could slow your pace to a crawl. Then all would be mezmorized even more so than those of such brilliance as you. The difference is that they walk to their destination and you pant because of the energy wasted. Stars explode and become a black hole. Your love is now dead. You tire because of the things that make us gawk in awe and wonder. You feel alive once more and smile. An explosion occurs and no one couldve realized  that the super nova of a cluster of stars could be so myriadly beautiful. Colors upon pastel and cyrilics and water paints. The pungent array spreads far and wide, seeping into the dark void that wishes to be filled. When that expanse is quenched, it explodes yet again and again. The same material as before explodes and is revived. You are the universe that I want to die with, alone in this dark expanse. Never ceasing will my want be and my jealousy. All the stars and the nebulae could never seem more astonishing to my senses as you! Ah, but if this love should slow to a crawl and stay that way forever, may all those who look upon you stay a moment's worth, and smile at your array of stars. I love you. Now live and never again explode and become that black whole that feels so alone in the dark expanse of the cosmos. I love you. So no matter what, notice my smile and reflect it once and a while. Brighter than any sun shall you be, if all you do is look at me, and see what I'm trying to provide. I may be a dwarf whit star compared to you, but your still in bloom, being A nebulae of numerous and wonderful heavens. I love you. Never forget that.
*latin for "five"
Apr 2017 · 282
My dream (IV)
They wondered why mommy and daddy
   Why we loved each other
     We smiled at them and said
    If we could explain love
What would be the point of having it?

They pondered this
  And changed their minds
   Chasing each other instead
  Constantly on their toes
They stumbled and laugh

As daddy grabbed them
  And poked their little bellies
    Crying in laughter
   They ran
And mommy was not spared from

My tickles
  She pleaded for a surrender
   Instead I called for the children
  And we made mommy laugh so hard
She probably never wanted to make us breakfast

Ever again

I woke up from that dream
  And my hand was on my stomach
   I laughed a pitiful laugh
O Lord how I enjoyed my family
"If love could be explained, it would be nothing more than science. True love cannot be estimated or weighed. It can only be prepared for. However, even then, the data always changes. Look at it such, dear child, and maybe you'll understand, being a scholar and such." - Gaia(character from my book)
Apr 2017 · 295
Quattor(remake)*
Each day, a wonderful dreams takes hold. It surfaces into my consciousness and spans upon its horizons. I become the sun, and she, the moon. We both exist, floating and wavering and become concerned with our lives. Our relationship is stable; or at least I like to think so. I provide the strength and the light, she provides the beauty and mirrors my colors into something more spectacular. When we kiss, that is our eclipse. When we die, we give our passions to another; and our roles change. I know my place in this universe, and she's still searching. That's why she orbits and rotates in an elipse. She knows not where she's going or how she's gotten through where she's been. I want to be the one to expound my light onto her, the way she does for me to this world; and I want nothing more, than to make that crescent smile a full moon laugh.
*latin for "four"
I continuously wanted this series to continue so I decided to keep it going after all (:
Mar 2017 · 241
My dream(III)
Well, that day was wonderful
  "Take a break" said my boss
      I smiled and said
   Daddy's staying home today
They all smiled and tackled me to the floor


My wife hugged me and gave me a kiss
  The children cried in disgust
And my love and I just laughed at our little angels


I woke up from that dream
  And kept laughing to myself
Most likely about nothing at all
Mar 2017 · 240
My dream (II)
They climbed on my lap
   Flailing and wondering why
     Daddy can't stay a little longer
   Mommy answers for me
He needs to work for your toys
And I laughed,

I work for your future
   I said

And I woke
   And cried for my children
Who didn't exist
Mar 2017 · 307
My dream(I)
In my dream
   I saw her smiling
     I walked to her and kissed her
       Goodmorning was the exchanges between us
      She smiled again and handed me breakfast
   The children screaming daddy across the room

I woke up with a tear
  Smiling
      And I reached for my love
          She wasn't there.
This is a dream I had that's pretty long, more parts on the way
Feb 2017 · 276
Tres*
If the sun and moon are two different bodies, then why do they occupy the same space? If they share a different meaning and choose a different path, why do they end up intersecting at one point? Is there an unspoken love between the two? Or is that a chance they seek just to see each other again? Either way, I figured that the earth is the medium of that love. It stays in the middle, egging each of them on; simply trying to keep them together. If I occupy the same space as you, why do we walk totally different paths? How are we going to cross in the end and fall in love? We become that space between. We stop going our paths, and go toward each other's, just to talk for one day. I love you, sun. I love you too, moon. Now take me home, earth.
*latin for "three"
For my love.
Feb 2017 · 303
duo*
Strangely enough, I've been wondering about nothing at all. The mind I own is as empty as the sky it usually runs to. The clouds are as light as my thoughts. The color of the atmosphere is as bright as my love for it. If only people could fly; then, and only then, would i truly be happy. I sigh, and cry. I cry in my heart because if the world saw the sky I love so much, then the planes cruising would be of war. No longer would I be free to wonder and marvel at all of the works my mind creates. I would be free to cower and flit across the battlefield. Only trying to find sanctuary, I would bulrush all those in my path like I've always done. I hate to say it but, it would all depend if my words got to you first. Either way, the pain you would feel can only be mirrored by the eyes brave enough to gaze and try to grasp onto this tired wonder. I really do want nothing more than to fly, but until then, I'll keep these tears locked away so the clouds will stay light and not flood what's left of this world.
*Latin for "two"
Feb 2017 · 492
unus*
Is there anything  more sad than the sun fleeing the day in the horizon?What have we done wrong to cause it to blend in with the night and shed its skin to become the moon? What have we done to make it flee and lay with the stars?" We lived through its rays, and walked through the days." many will say. Is it tired? Or is it simply trying to spark a conversation with something more...celestial? I hope that wherever it goes, the light follows. The shadows alone are enough to make me quiver, even under the light of the moon. I welcome the day as much as i welcome my dreams. I think i'm caught somewhere in between.
*Latin for "one"
Feb 2017 · 548
Dead man
Take me from this silence;
This bitter-sweet end.

Break me from this cage
so you can lock me up again.

Love me 'till it's over.
Red as my blood is its stain.

Follow me over,
my love again is sent.

No pardon this man receives;
He has gone and killed his kin.

I'm ready for my judgement;
Now **** me for my sin.
Story: A jealous man kills his lover and comes to wits with his eventual death.
Feb 2017 · 320
Closing our Void
Remember all I said?
Forget it.
Remember from that day?
Forget me.
Remember that stuff about us?
Forget you.
Remember who we used to be?
I'm forgetting.
Remember all I tried to say?
Forgive it.
Remember all that from today?
Forgive me.
Remember all that stuff about you?
Forgive you.
Remember what we are now?
I'm forgiving.
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