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Piercing eyes I'm mesmerized!
Petrified now I'm cold as Ice!
Cursed for life turning to a stone!
Medusa's gaze prepare to meet your doom!

Alluring the beauty she betrays my mind!
I'm shaking I'm hopeless facing the end of my time!
No way of escape! And it's all too late!
This is the end I'm pouring out my faith!!!

She coiled in like a serpent!She smells like death!!
Devouring my will till' I run out of breath!
Here now I stand here where I fall!!!
This statue is my grave my coffin and my tomb!!!

Glare and stare!Smirk and sneer!x8
Just another song I made ;)
Test me against my wills
Throw me at my wits
Hurt me till I bleed

For the river still flows
To the ocean tides low
Till my last dying sorrow

Conclusion

For love I'll not forsake
Everything for your sake
To prove to you what I'm made
To love you genuinely
I'll take...

©2014 Maman Screams
Left alone to face this throne
A confinement chained to the stone
Present this soul with a coroner's role
For sin he have to uphold
Laying soulless amongst hatred ghost
Seeking peace seem inevitably at lost
Through the rumbles of this forsaken
Chasing dreams that was once forgotten
Giving up is not part of the options
Praying could be his only...
Silence

For a chance to be love...
By her...
Smiles

©2014 Maman Screams
On a Sunday evening,
Swinging on a swing,
I remembered a saying -
"Work while you work,
Play while you play."

I pondered awhile
Exploring significance.
Does it mean concentration
Or detachment
Or perhaps,
A harmony between the two.

Though different, yet inseparable,
One cannot sustain without the other,
Just like
Energy and matter,
Metaphysical and mundane,
Soul and body.
 Jan 2014 pragya santani
tayler
question mark eyes,
dust specked with
anguished lies.

his graceless feet
are always dancing
but not to his soul's beat.

songs sung with unknown
notes, so he drowns himself
in the bars that are shown.

perhaps one day, he'll
read the sheet music,
but for now he's still
dancing to the mysterious
tune and he always will.

stuck with what he's got,
tortured by what he sought.

that's the tune of the world.
For I'm humbly afraid of what happening next.
In less than 48 hours
I'm longing for your silent affection.
Even the greatest has their fears.
Velvet sky shimmering blue light
Beautiful star burns swallowing pride
Mystical darkness soon too will hide
Amongst the sun atmospheric rights

Closing our eyes silently through the night
Building castles of clouds limitlessly high
Dreaming of hopes for another chance to fight
A place in your heart before we open our eyes

©2014 Maman Screams
She is the only one who is capable to stay in my mind, in my reality, my dreams, my fantasy, my eternity and my life. S.Miles
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