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The flame-fed heart bends to shadow's will, each beat surrendered to fleeting thrill. Yet patient hearts, in still winds they rise, their unseen kingdom vast as the skies.  

Desire’s dust clings to hurried feet,  
while waiting crafts thrones in silence sweet. What’s grasped in haste slips through the hand, but time grants power to those who stand.
So even the hot days can end,
Clouds can cover the sky as if nothing remained.

We are all hypocrits in mind's eye
We hate the sun for being hot, but desire it's warmth
We hate summer when winter's just as cruel
And hate the rain for pouring;
But talk about how the soil touches our soul.
An unconnected rant
RT Naintial Sep 13
i'm foreign to love.
So foreign that i flinch at its touch.
Oh but there was a merry time
where it was the only one i desired.
It was the only one i deserved.
I cried for it in mellow some days,
i begged for it when sun shine shone at parade,
i endlessly yearned and yearned
Yet how can a small world be so cruel?
Cruel enough to make me too.
I am covered with sins i can't swallow and desires i can't undo.
Is there a way for me to find love too?
Well this also tells how foreign i am to love but this time it is about me thinking over the past.
slanting hue

sink every desire due  ~

cackle at humans
Winter nights are pushing us
out of our comfort zones:
warm hearts, heated rooms.
I abandoned both,
I am walking alone through dark streets,
the cold goes into my bones.

Uncounted billions of stars guide me on my paths.
Those silent companions, caught in time,
have been trembling in the deep space since eternity.
I am looking for my ancient gods,
those I chased away by my lechery.
It was my biggest crime.

So I am desolate now, then,
suffering for my sins in an endless reality.
This night is never going to its end.
I’v been frozen in time space since I don’t know when.
There is no young prince whom rescues me by his kiss.
All of them are avoiding my personality.

I'm cold, I'm on my knees with silent pray.
My dark heart beats slowly
as snow flakes are falling from the sky.
But only my demons are listening to my rogations,
they follow me on my desperate way.
I am too weak for any negations.

Even the street lights get dark.
The fear forces them to hide the street in the cloak of night,
to avoid this strange black suite.
Stars are only lighting the firmament, far away in safety space.
The darkness has swallowed everything
No one can see my crooked face.

I'm sitting tired on the tombstone
of my ancient god’s grave.
No man, this empty grave is mine.
I buried my heart there.
But the light of hope peeks from afar,
I still should be saved, come on!
Return to me and bring me the light my Apollon.
Today my heart is full.
not from desires fulfilled,
not from battles won.

I have wandered,
I have vanished,
I have thrived
in a world that taught me
what no thought had ever touched,
what no dream had ever dared.

I have outgrown the borders
of my own mind,
becoming someone
who believes far greater
than she ever thought
she could become.
Chris Pea Jul 13
I need to feed
to sate my greed
I need to kiss
the one I miss
I need to cry
but dry I sigh
I need to play
on another day
I need to laugh
also a bath
I need to scream
another bad dream
I need to drive
to keep me alive
I need to read
my soul to feed
I need to create
it's not to late
I need someone
for warmth and fun
I need to live
theres more to give
I need to care
for another out there.
I tried to define us with words––what I thought you felt,
what I hoped we were.

But you told me,
more than once.
I just wasn’t ready to hear it.
I clung to the lines I’d written,
while your actions
kept rewriting the truth.

It wasn’t silence that hurt.
It wasn’t the echo of what you said finally sinking in––
It was not realizing sooner…
My fingers vibrato, cello’s curve of your hip—
Her sighs answer, honest— a long slow bow.
Tuned flush swells— thumb dips,
Our love’s raw truth, adagio.

Ocean’s scent— bodies press,
breath syncs, a deep tremolo.
Our love’s pulsing truth confessed,
two strings rupturing— pianissimo.
Her eyes—Northern Lights—pulse aligns,
Violet, slow sway unseen.
Moon kneels, eclipsed beneath her thighs,
Darkness undone, her touch—unseen.

Her gasp—a solar flare’s gold rise,
Sky opens, raw, unbound.
Dawn’s first touch—her lips arise—
Sunrise I’ll chase, love I’ve found.
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