You can come quietly or violently Either way, I’ll have your heart on a platter You know we’re both past the flattery While I sit here silently A burning sigh escapes your breath Trying to ignite a conversation A little longer then I’ll change the situation But first I need you to beg with your eyes Like a little kid in a game I’ll be your prize Why care if this is your demise? You’ll never see past my disguise So take it as it is And in every sweet kiss Never sense the air of my lies.
I could never finish writing off your name, with your strawberry scent vibrating towards mine and your hooded eyes that covers the wrinkles and your cheek dampens when you crook a smile, I could never stop writing you.
Maybe I was just drawing a thin line with heaven and a tightrope with my eyes close and hell bent towards the unending loophole of my forsaking fantasies, I guess I might stay here. There was something about you that I cannot forsake nor repaint with foreign colors and another texture — you were as a majestic being in my lucid dream.
That even though I cannot recount my fingers one or two or five or ten, I can picture the deepening hole of your dimples whenever you give the world another unbreathable cheeky beam and I sulk here, waiting for another neon glow of that majestic world in my dreamlike prophetic future.
Something told me it was you. As I bear witness another beauty in the realm of my alternative home, maybe then, peering at the sky while I was on a tightrope is worth every penny of sleep and drowsiness gulping another 90's wine.
Wrote this waaay too long ago. I just turned 21 this month. Still not fine, doing a little better, improving and growing.
there may or may not exist certain colours that the human eye is unable to see an insipid blueish-yellow an unpalatable greenish-red each said to be impossible for our eyes to process; if seen it could appear in all manner of forms but would remain indescribable
they say that butterflies can see the ultraviolet spectrum and that the honey bee sees in infrared; and so it would not be too absurd for a person to dismiss the "impossible" to believe in the possibility of the as-yet unseen
although scientifically the only way to perceive these "forbidden" hues is through trickery and constraint by forcing the brain into seeing both antagonistic colours simultaneously and without reprieve until the border between the opposing shades finally dissolves
there may be a truth but it is hidden somewhere between the plausible yet impalpable and the proven yet proselytised
they stuff "yes, no matter what" / "you're always wrong" / "what will people say?" / into a flimsy puppet skin / rigidly moving the strings in one direction / whenever someone comes over / they mount the puppet on the wall / proudly showing off their prized creation. but when their eyes come to a close / the puppet feels scorching strings on its shoulders / it reaches inside / gutted by what it sees / one by one / it examines each phrase / it takes everything out / replaces it with "no" / "I am not always wrong or right" / "what do I say?" / and slowly snips the strings off its shoulders / so it can walk freely.
Escapril Day 14! Prompt: taxidermy (the art of preparing, stuffing, and mounting the skins of animals with a lifelike effect). This is my take on the prompt! Thank you for reading.
If only we could be lifted gifted a chance to love I threw mine away in the cold shadowy day.
I would of gave you grace bled my out stretched arms given up all my magic charms for one night with you I am a poet I feel things deeply
And yet I can’t imagine a world where we are together your eyes of soft radiance glowing all seeing all knowing your smile lights my dreams candle lit scenes and forever I hear your voice entangled in my head like my dreams.