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YoungSymba Jun 2015
These shadows shelter you tonight.
Right here you'll feel the tunes of the keys speak.
These melodic keys convey words I've conserved so open up your heart's ears and hear what I've been meaning to tell you.

Traces of your scents remain even if you exit into the warmth of light.
These keys continuously play in the dark.
Words I've never said conveyed in a pulse about my chest are now transmitted into these keys.

Pretty much,I don't know about the C-4 note but I'll continue to play with these keys just so you see meaning in what I wrote. Perhaps this isn't a poem,call it a "see-for-note"
Some random **** I wrote when I had the thought of Christian Grey's room with Ana in it,then I thought of this female in the dark and me playing a piano without really knowing how to play it,I play this beautiful song that conveys what I feel for this girl I barely know
AM May 2015
Yes, I am walking on the sidewalk
It is safer that way
I no longer grasping for your hand
It is out of my reach
I think I'm suffering from amnesia
Your face seems unknown
And I'm incapable to recognize love
Love itself is too elusive

No, it's okay
Just let me walk away
Don't feel bad
You only make me sad
And it's not like you've ever
*Demand me to stay
YoungSymba May 2015
I have dreams I have goals.
I have everything I don't.
Sometimes I win,sometimes I don't.
The path I'm on is bleak to sum it all,I'm lost.

I am everything I'm not.
I live in my thoughts.
YoungSymba May 2015
Shadows of my reflection. I found bliss in crawling on walls freely, camouflaging with the dark and the moon's exposure whereby my identity surfaced.
My emancipation from the mundane. Stay right beside you though you aren't around,I repetitively question who am I? We're one yet separate entities. I enjoy knowing you're around though at times you disappear when I'm in the dark. (Erase the last line)I'm appreciative of the shelter you provide. There was harmony in my resonance with nyctophilia.

You're always here with me. I'm always here with you. Nothing contrary to that.
YoungSymba May 2015
Tears are salty. I found myself flying in an ocean. The currents splashed over my emotions. All my hopes where in the skies whilst I was barely floating. I was soaking in..soaking with my tears. I tried convincing myself with a little bit of "I'll make it out surely."


Contradictory it was,seeing an eagle in sight. Perhaps this could only be a mirage for all I know. Saddened when reality strikes,all hope is lost. I folded my wings and reminisced those scenes where I was carelessly drifting in those clouds.

I should learn to adjust. I learnt to appreciate who I was. A good omen.

Everything is temporary,I smiled. I opened my eyes and look around and there I was sitting on a cloud. My tears are dry.
Appreciate your surroundings and who you are. Don't dwell on your misfortunes. You're beautiful. Your subconscious is you. You live what you believe. Mirages are real.
YoungSymba May 2015
I find myself blithely content when she's around though at times I look around and find she's nowhere to be found
Till I close my eyes and smile having seen her in my my mind.


A goddess she is indeed,especially when the corner of her lips are in motion towards her ears. I admire from a distance,she's so ideal. I crept close with my weakened knees pulled closer by the anima mundi and force of attraction in it.
She uttered words to my soul which equalised to my heart to liquidise. Though I was in vagueness with what she said,she sure could sing.


But you know what "they" say that neutral cliché "everything is temporary."I woke up. What a dream.
It was a beautiful dream.
vaishax May 2015
Illusions, surreal as they come;
Embraced a newfangled tangent;
When he strode in like a lightning,
And eluded like a star so distant.

The time with him around,
Have become fragments of me.
Manifesting into little chunks,
And etched in doting memory.

Prayers fail me even as I vainly try
To seize that moment of bliss
While I watch him in rapture
Let myself want to passionately kiss

I have a confession to make, I am
Guilty of an unblemished sensation!
Of adoration, desire and superlative love
A feeling so poignant I felt with none

I want to clinch it and make it my own
But I must be a fool to cage the breeze
So I will seek solace in my musing
By writing ballads like these!
http://vaishax.blogspot.in/
Àŧùl Apr 2015
I recovered from the night again,
She had disappeared once more,
Was she using me as a ******???

I was frustrated & also saddened,
My self-control got strengthened,
For I was not a tissue to be used!!!

I have my feelings & my emotions,
Presence and absence torture me,
Ego I had tamed got hurt by now...

I won't let that elusive Angel come,
Questioning I must be her realities,
Illusions will end this time finally!!!

I'll establish an identity of my own,
Dependent I'll not be on the angel,
Was she only a dream & no more???

I had duly asked the aged captain,
To search a lovely bride very soon,
Oh, so sure I am about afterwards...

I was tailed by the spirit-like angel,
So irritated by her dreary dreams,
On-off, came-gone, again & again!!!

I now would learn to catch angels,
With the plan, I went to the mage,
Should I now learn some spells???

I entered through a dark alleyway,
Was told to visit this strange place,
What comes across - I wondered...

I knocked the door & she appeared,
Very young she seemed to me now,
Just the age of the angel of dreams!!!

I noticed that she wore a long robe,
So shiny it was silvery like her hair,
Just like the angel of dreams wore...

I rubbed my tired eyes in disbelief,
"Who're you?" I asked very loudly,
"Are you the mage's daughter???"

I wondered for long & she replied,
"Your guess is correct, kind Sailor,"
She beckoned me into the shack...

I set my foot on the wooden floor,
I look for any sign of the mage,
I want to be set free of the cage!!!

I just thought & thought about it,
But the witch was not to be seen,
Curious I asked, "Where is she???"

"I am my mother," she said calmly,
Perplexed I couldn't say a thing,
My mouth opened once & shut...

I was now about to rise & go away,
But she stopped me with her arms,
"I must show you," so she did say!!!

I did not believe what my eyes saw,
How she changed into the old mage,
Then back into her own daughter???

O I had become confused a lot now,
Why would she transform like this,
I feared if it was actually the angel...
Leal Knowone Apr 2015
I am your disease,
every time I come around you vanish me
in every cry whimper or sneeze
I am the ****** in side your head
you are to scared to embrace
I am the horns of the devil
and the smile upon the angels face
I am the dream you cant control
I am the drug that makes you go

we've turned into the monster
that we fought not to be
deep in a darkened whole
black eyes no longer see

burning bridges
perceptive imperfection
a left hand turn
in the right direction

I am your release
everything you want you take from me
echoing your disease
all you are and all you will ever be

elapse relapse reprise your demise
I am the horns of the devil redesigned
objects perplex reflect there subjects
I'm the smile upon the angels face

you are the moral in my dark soul
the purpose to be found
a voice tells you to let go
it's more beautiful 6 feet underground

laying in bed dreams of voluntary aggression
upon waking disappointing depression
or are we being naive now, thought dissection
deflect suspect rejects, infection perfection


who will even see the things we create
think it's great to annihilate the whole human race
debilitating thoughts not knowing how to feel
like naive dogs lost without there master

treasure pain, because without pain
there is no pleasure hit the main vain
insanly refrain from the mundain strain
bane lame thoughts plains of blood stains

I'm asking not knowing what is real
conditions of contradiction & elusive entities
entanglement of putrid bodies
in a mind stricken by poverty
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