When i am within your presence i feel completed Perhaps due to meeting in a previous life? For the connection we have i cannot comprehend, As to how similar you and i are...
Thus, as we delve into conversations Thy inner vibrations that seep into my aura radiate outwards, Allowing the both of us to reach limitless possibilities To the Tides with it! Thee lets down the bridges thy has built within to free these vibrations But note, O' friend or foe? Nay! This is not a declaration of romanticism But rather a note of what i observe of our friendship? For the innocent jokes, slight smiles and full cries have the biggest impact! O' do ye not see?
Hence, i ask of you one thing! To have patience with such a being like me for i am only human, To grow with me as we both develop into reality, To remember the feeling you have whenever we see each other.
Dear friend or foe? When we distance i feel incomplete Perhaps due to you passing away in a previous life and leaving me behind? For the connection we had creeps upon me within the night, Reminding me as to how similar you and i once were
I found you, In a cavernous room holding onto a single ember. You were small white and so delicate, Lost in the dark. An unwanted man, left to drink a vile concoction. One of duplicitous bitterness and maniacal laughter. Those were days without pause, All in an attempt to effect a wordless reconciliation.
Warrior Take a knee, You hold on, And breathe. You can dream in color now Your guise, chiseled of sprit Will endure. Your love, Will replenish.
One would opt for ****** Doo and Agatha Christy The other for cheesy romance Asian dramas and light novels One would rather be building the sets The other, on the stage One cares nothing at all for other’s thoughts The other cares too much One wants to be a police woman The other simply cannot choose It shouldn’t be possible Yet it is And perhaps, it is their extreme differences that bring them together That keeps them from clashing Or, Maybe something in their respective personalities finds solace in the other Whatever the case They are best friends
I hate that I have this feeling A residency in my chest Filled by an unexpected guest That I cannot confess Outside of subtle hints Of what haunts nearly every thought At least for a time Until it is right
I keep that photo close A rare moment Probably so common For people accepted Maybe that's all it really is What I actually feel Just being a part of a family
Nevertheless The truth is rather a mess I know I shouldn't feel like this But this is still the case The place in my heart Will always be there In hopes that the soulful eyes Will meet mine To hold the heart Like I owed when we part I miss it greatly To which I will keep to my vow To do what I can So it will always be there
The doors will always be open The windows even cracked If time allows it to happen She will always have a way in
Perhaps On the off chance the heart sees better What my eyes cannot And its childish wish For this Is granted by reality I hope that they can see What it is that nearly blinds me
A pure heavenly light in the darkness The reason for the battle to greatness To rest in the valleys Seeding rose gardens with possibilities Of the future past the expectations Promised by the angels Given that I followed the order To push through and fight for the masses That couldn't take the battles on their own To bring about a world those people can feel safe in
That is what she brings out in me A sense of purpose in this life I had forgotten I had In a time of hardship Even if the wishes I cast never fulfill The truth is I love her still And see she was simply meant To revive the part of me that died
I have to accept that may simply be the case As anything more may simply be fantasy As for now I cannot be anything more to her Than a watchful overseer and friend
A light-dappled square, Buzzing like the Center of the universe. Flat-capped Frenchman Strut like mid-century Movie stars. Cigars flaunt from Languid fingers. Serious facades mask Red-blooded kinship. They wait their turn to To flick, to spin, to thud Their steel onto Provençal terrain. What a life. What a game.
Title translated: Petanque Life.
Pétanque is a form of boules where the goal is to toss or roll hollow steel ***** as close as possible to a small wooden ball called a cochonnet (literally "piglet") or jack, while standing inside a circle with both feet on the ground.