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Jun 2013 · 530
Translucent Love
Syd Jun 2013
Is it love when you can find yourself
gazing deep into their eyes,
Is it love how when you're with them you
escape from your disguise?

How two bodies and two souls can merge
as a single heart,
Or how you can walk the wretched tails
of two paths that never part?

Is it love how you're still so young
yet you've come so far,
when he looks you in the eyes and whispers,
"You don't know how beautiful you are,"
Jun 2013 · 484
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Syd Jun 2013
Press the pen down to the page,
let the blank ink spill its rage.
Filling endless nothingness with tales
from untold age.

Lose yourself, and lose again.
Let destruction of your soul begin.
Wagers from the devil ringing softly in your ear,
While snow flakes fall from heaven all around the silver sphere.

Remainders of your heart left in public disarray,
reminders from all evil that nothing gold can stay.
Jun 2013 · 1.8k
New Moon, True Moon
Syd Jun 2013
Clear moon, dear moon, pearling the air.
Guiding my way as I go here to there.
Into the unknown of the night for awhile,

Slim moon, dim moon, adding a smile.
Illuminating my path as I walk down the streets,
a bag on my back and no shoes on my feets.

Cream moon, dream moon, he opens his eyes,
beneath this ground is where his family lies.
He kneels to the earth and places a flower,
the clock striking midnight on the cemetery tower.

Still moon, chill moon, his eyes dark as the night,
His heart feeling heavy but his soul seeming light.
Blue moon, new moon, he kisses the ground,
like a life nearly lost but a soul newly found.
Jun 2013 · 792
Knotted Litany
Syd Jun 2013
I am many things,
none of which are seemingly significant in any sort of the manner.
However, everything that I am,
I can assure you, you are not.

I am the orange sun blazing bright in the morning sky,
clouded by last nights storm.
You are the rain, the torrential downpour and encore of rain,
cold and dark and inhumane.

I am the tulip rejoicing for spring,
pushing my way up through the earth,
my pedals the crown of a king.
You are the dirt, the godforsaken dirt,
suffocating and undulating the cause of
my aching pain.
I am an old song, the melodious symphony
of all notes played wrong.

And yet as broken heart strings bled the blues,
I reached into the sky and handed every star to you.
Jun 2013 · 690
Knotted Litany
Syd Jun 2013
I am many things,
none of which are seemingly significant in any sort of the manner.
However, everything that I am,
I can assure you, you are not.

I am the orange sun blazing bright in the morning sky,
clouded by last nights storm.
You are the rain, the torrential downpour and encore of rain,
cold and dark and inhumane.

I am the tulip rejoicing for spring,
pushing my way up through the earth,
my pedals the crown of a king.
You are the dirt, the godforsaken dirt,
suffocating and undulating the cause of
my aching pain.
I am an old song, the melodious symphony
of all notes played wrong.

And yet as broken heart strings bled the blues,
I reached into the sky and handed every star to you.

— The End —