Frameless flowers in golden floors
Which dance endlessly among the rolling hills
Softly flowing, freely moving
Unaware of the metal cage slowing surrounding
And clawing its way up to the sky
To frame the frameless flowers
In bronze and rusted floors
Frightened of the way,
The volume of burden piles higher.
Scraping the skies;
Reaching into the underground.
Trying to fit the position,
Of the needle inside me.
Growing smaller with each bend in its body,
That sacrifices the human behind the machine.
Submerged under the surface;
Hidden beneath the facade,
Of the critters that sculpt honor
Into the frame of my face.
Harvesting acceptance and pride from others,
Who define one look as the truth of pretense.
Blinding eyes from the girl that once lived.
I am a true mighty warrior
Foaming lands of silver
My lack of gold
Doesn't hold me close
I choose my surroundings
Open far and wide.
My wings take me far and
I often known
For my virbrant colour's
I nest close to the ground
I am a protected specie
And I fight for my right
I am not to be hounded
I am a rare we bird
Look after its brood
Next time you catch a glimpse of me
Smile from within.
The smell of sulphate,
emanating from that
accursed thing, its aura glistened,
seemingly smouldering .
But when the breath of life
died beneath sunset,
A Spector of ill conceived retention
Daybreak was mutilated upon the sight.
She was neve going to be in white,
neutrality was never
going to be her hue.
She was telling the world a message..
Her gown, was onyx silk woven
like Cinderella had told the
arachnids to create beauty in the night
it fell entrapping on any who gazed
upon its woven radiance.
She walked down the isle and with each step,
at least five were captivated
in the webbing of her beauty,
walking beyond there view.
All entombed within the elegance
that captured them.
She was the spider weaving a web of beauty
that captured every eye.
And the man was her prey, he smiled
lost in the moment of her captivation.
I do, I do, and both were entangled
eyes of each.
This moment was silk ropes tied to each others
and now they'll weave them every step
they collect together.
There he was
With his black velvet heart
Smooth to touch, to feel, to love
Drawing me into that luxuriousness of this man
Something so soft, but so dark, so dark.
So I continued to be drawn by the softness, the richness
The dark eyes, dark hair, oh the lair
Once captured there was no escape
My heart forever was bound by his sultry all
No escape for whom we fall.
I shall never leave my cell
Of love that is lost and at great cost
Was my love was for him.
In my dreams he does come
But only with pain
To hurt me, break me over again
Oh the love that was lost at such a great cost.
I lost my heart to him and to him alone
My sweet innocent heart placed at his throne
Till death do us part was so very wrong
It simply did not last that long
But for him my mind does still roam.
To love again I will never impart
Because of his black velvet heart.
This poem is about the first and only true love of my life.
thoughts and innovations trapped by steel bars of prejudices and doubts, will never be able to come out
sometimes she is hard to love and makes you question yourself. she can be a riddle talking of the future, but only living for today. she is amazing in so many ways unexpected and beautiful. with all of that she sets my heart a blaze and captures my soul.
This confusing thing called love