Sing the beloved
Young lover, from far away
Often, desire the night
It overtakes us
In an endless uproar
We soon lost sight of the sun
Listen as it makes itself hollow
Where are the years between
You and the surging abyss
Lay there relieved with the sweetness
Of a gentle world made for you
Dreaming, flushed with what fevers
Entangled in the tendrils
Of inner event
Isn't it weird, how
My unsettled mysteries
With your missing pieces.
what if these stars are all those wishes
that never came true!
and they try to tell us...
that even something incomplete,
can be so beautiful...
and when the moon drowns...
into the black waters...
they'd stay lost and still...
entangled into each other...
hoping never to be found...
for home they had become...
With the disease spreading like wildfire,
You really don't know who's clean and who's not,
About who doesn't have a black dot
And who's past is an entangled knot.
But I wanted to give it a clear shot
And make this relationship work topknot
Because you looked handsome and hot
And you had in my heart, a soft spot
So I ditched my parents who cradled me to sleep in that apricot cot
Shoved in tight the values they had taught
Stayed out all night yet didn't get caught
But their daughter was one in a lot.
They trusted her at the sound of a gunshot
That night, I sent them a snapshot
Of us in the parking lot
wearing yellow shirts with Polka dot
They finally lent a free thought
And understood that I had for him a soft spot.
Tried an all rhyming poem for the first time. :)
Im naked and exposed,
My vulnerabilities taking hold.
But I have no bounds, I knew this when I fell.
For his aura lured me in,
His beautiful soul caught hold of mine.
For we were pulled together by invisable twine.
Ravelled, but I could have broke free.
For it was where I wanted to be, where I wanted to stay.
Blinded by his memphis,
Locked in by his gaze.
Just for one sweet moment, be entangled in one anothers love.
For love it was. But love it couldnt be.
For you didn't belong to me, I had to set you free.
The right love, at the wrong time.
Maybe in another life you would have been mine.
But for now I'll just wonder, I'll wonder what could have been.
The waves were like vipers,
picking of weary sailors from
Plucking them with fangs of stinging
waves, taking those unsuspecting
from the deck.
Drowning them in the sorrows
that suffocated them beneath the
planks they were washed upon.
So many swords were never lifted
but fell submerged silently.
Falling beneath the honour that sank before them.
But like creeping ivy, they were woven upon.
Seaweed forests clasping upon those
weary travellers that sang into slumbering bereavement.
Still the forests that fed on the rainfall of what
decayed falling statically from above,
nourishment in silent surrendering's.
i am no stranger to nostalgia
my lungs fill with flowers
that look like your eyes
i am surrounded by
seeds of your laugher
f l o u r i s h i n g
clouding my mind
farewells can’t exist if
you grow in my spine
i am endlessly
e n t a n g l e d
in your passing by
You love green
And evergreen sheds cloth only to Fire...
Colors only make sense
Beneath the touch of your hands
Desert sands are clothes
******* an oasis
Warmth divine in your colors
You are not my glue… you are not my stitches… you are the wholeness that my wishes dared reach for… the one for which I’m healing...
Your salt is flowing into the dark seas of my eyes… and behind the horizon of my lips, a smile is waiting to rise for you...
***strips of ozone coming together*** translated from Bulgarian; originally:
Вечнозеленото се разголва само пред огъня…
Цветовете имат смисъл
Само изпод ръцете ти
Разголват пред мен оазис
Божествено топло е в цветовете Ти
Ти не си ми лепило… ти не си ми шевовете… ти си целостта, която се осмелих да пожелая… и заради която зараствам…
Солта ти плува в тъмните морета на очите ми… а зад хоризонта на устните ми, Те чака усмивката, за да изгрее…