Dead Poet's Manifesto

Dead Poet's Manifesto Dec 2015

A little game called time;
it’s quite easy to play;
simply tally every wasted second,
till you count your life away.

Dead Poet's Manifesto Oct 2015

Dance with the moon, she loves you.
She tries her best to be there, even
through clouds she tries to shine, and
even your own shadow, she defies.

A planet’s symphony is no duet;
no static, empty, void is God’s canvas.
Varied and mingled attractions entwine it,
gently arching nebula hue and define us.

Oh, how your electric eyes regale me.
My spine tingles with the chatter of my synapses.
innervated, and abuzz with love, I stutter
“maybe the planets- were
put up for me- and you”

Oh, i’m free falling now,
away from earth and
up towards you.

Gasp
for air
ask
for you.

But the vacuum holds no reply.
My nerves like circuits, wires,
fray and spark, snatched from
my body, in orbit’s speedy,
breathless arc.

Dead Poet's Manifesto Oct 2015

Morse Code

Each raindrop hammers on my ears,
tapping out its melodies, and
messages made meaningless by fears.

The forest is lost in seas of leaves.
And I, perhaps deceived,
though by myself,
seek message in madness,
in random acts of kindness,
through happiness and sadness, I,
I make up meanings for the sound of rain
morse-code love notes soothe the pain.

#sadness #rain #delusion

Dead Poet's Manifesto Oct 2015

:)

It’s your head that i want to be inside.
making more meaningful memories
than every sunset combined.

Dead Poet's Manifesto Oct 2015

Love is a Dance

If only you were some ill-conceived conceit:
unlikeable, unreal. cardboard cutout, replete
with evidence of failure, warning signs flashing by like
high-watt highway lights, and eyes so very unlike fullerite.

Your eyes were sharper than diamonds, and nowadays
they cut into me, but I can’t meet their gaze.
And you know what they say:
that everything looks perfect from far away,
and you look real perfect right now...

I smile at how stupid i sound.
This isn’t a love poem.

When i first met you, you were a whirlwind,
a new friend, an enigma, and every breath we drew
intermixed, condensed by winter’s tricks
till we were somewhat inseparable,
and every word we wrote hid
a smile, every step we took
towards each other bridged miles.

Well you’re less a whirlwind now,
and more an aftermath.

I want these words to reach you
and cut deep:
Love is a dance that takes two
and you broke my feet.

#love #loss

Dead Poet's Manifesto Oct 2015

To: Wanderer

Timeworn visage juxtaposed
with youthful posture,
dark eyes signify
a soul gone far
from home,
and lost.

Despite your eyes’ placations
the world has cast you
off.
Your story is a sad one,
a missing puzzle piece ,
a sordid tale of grief:
Perhaps deceived by me
to find eternal meaning
in that infernal hell-path
winding
through my mind.

Away! Away!
Save grief for darker days.
Tonight sail towards the stars.

The ****** blanket
voices weave, it
covers, but fails to **** you.
Cast it off.

The moonlit path awaits.
The ground is black.
The air is white
and young.

Snowflakes overact
for your attention
one by one.

In a land of characters
whose empty voices sow
a blindfold of despair:

Instead converse with snowflakes,
falling for you, in the air.

"falling for you" as in 'falling in love'

#life

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