Crashed last night, When tried flying high. Was dreaming of skies, When stuck in lies. Getting lost within, In the echo of noise, of the monstrous mind. Sometimes ruling over, sometimes surrendering to the battles within, A warrior just trying to survive.
They say it right "The darkest of night get ended with brightest of sunshine," No matter how many of my dreams remain unfulfilled ,i will keep dreaming new and keep fulfilling them...
belle femme soleil eccentric pulchritude little roses and lilacs echo from her face with elusive shadow tears. she mourns for years and years… my fair lady, sing your melody, energizing the heavens with your song of the sun and sea over the hills and far away little stars twinkle in your empty soul in your moon drunken heart, tell me which you dread more, the lie, the echo or the answer
Echo, Wood nymph of folklore Punished by Goddess Hera Hated, there was no choice Fated, deprived of her voice Repeating words you hear Punishment for a puppeteer You fell in love so you thought With Narcissus But he got caught Looking at his own reflection Turned him into a flower Not his finest hour Leaving Echo lonely and sad
For all the cads that Never met a mirror they didn’t like Who’s self-absorbed refection Removes any trace of reflection A thought can be misleading Even if informed by a feeling Don’t think Because you think it it’s true Consider others point of view Don’t think because I disagree There’s something wrong with me Don’t always refer to you Your grandiose style Is just a grandiose denial And while you deny that it’s true Only an echo believes in you Must I echo your words How utterly absurd This I can’t do Even if it displeases you Nothing moves you Except for the powerless, you occasionally feel Let’s you know you’re real And yes The rage is real Hidden so well That no one can tell As you covertly hide from yourself Your histrionics are first rate Always out of date A recording from the past You’d think, you’d have worn out the grooves Of the characters you cast
At last There’s never an end To the people I meet
All the friends you absorbed Into the persona that’s you Each has a name But there nameless to you I say I know where you got that from You say There’s nothing new under the sun I say What about originality You say Plausible deniability I say I really, really need to get away I say Then, why do you stay?
I’m in search of my voice I left it behind In another time I need it Have you seen it It could be Anywhere Under the couch In the closet Under the bed
You’re looking in the wrong places The world’s a reflection Of the spaces Between the thoughts Of your stasis.
It’s true I’m never alone when I’m with you Like living in a zoo Forgive my sarcasm Lack of enthusiasm That’s what it feels like Being with you. First, you’re uncle Fester Then you’re Grandma Ester Who are you really You don’t know Do You
You never looked that far Skin deep Go that deep Take a look What do you see It isn’t me
I’m not the object of your hatred I’m not your scapegoat Forgive the diatribe For I am a scribe Looking for her voice. I am Echo no more
i don't love you. no i simply love everything about you i love the simple aggression of the way you write and speak, your mind which says volumes in almost no words at all. i love the glint of determination always present into your deep dark eyes, which tell me that the strong woman inside is being trapped, trapped by the hollow cage of a girl she's been burdened with all these years. i love the wings, the scales which shiver with every step and cast brilliant beams of light off of their sharp red wherever you go. i love the rhythm which with your poetry echoes in me, making me feel the pain of the man, the woman, the child and the lonely girl who you talk about. i love your friends your interests your love for coffee and bookstores and the rain
1. There was the tremor of leaves, a rustle of bayonet grass parried the multihued calm of dawn's smeared light. "This is what we trained for," the captain said. We hunkered behind stacked bags of sand.
2. Filigreed shafts of light pierce the bullet perforated leaf canopy, bellowed yells punctuate the swirl and buffet of turbulent air: “Contact”, “2 O’Clock”, “Incoming”, “ "Moving”, “Reloading”, “Ammo”.
3. Fingers twitch, the grit of soil twisted through their grip; moon slashed carcasses glint, spent shells, Earth exhales a vermillion mist, rising, echoless, in this a cathedral of leaves.
Sitting in a couch Looking at the empty ways Where their is no soul. Darkness fill me again and I try to escape But the light seem bright From far place and I go ahead. It's like a illusion Which left me in a chaos. Like a shadow where I am moving away My dreams are fading Like a flower in monsoons. It's a rainy day, so my tears falling, But I couldn't do things anymore Which make me feel alive. Because I am living a kind of life with new ways. So I kept watching around. Even echo didn't touch But the heart which beating in sense. So, I had come out of my past like coming from sea But forget to bring the pearl. And it's the loneliness Where no sign of footsteps, not a single sounds of echo But the beats of heart.
The loneliness where no sign of footsteps, not a single sound of echo But the beats of heart.
some goddess sleeps inside my body breathing slowly dreamless innocent sometimes she whispers things I don't understand things that echo in the darkness of unconsciousness sometimes her eyelids flutter when and earthquake shakes my soul but she has not awakened yet I don't think she knows how