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The Dark Messiah, lost within
your own heart!
Will you come back
when the final repentance
awakens in me?

Will you find your way back
to loneliness?

My Dark Messiah, tainted by
the pain of the world,
dedicated to the end of humanity!
Do you exist to soothe
the desolate, cursed tears?

I hear your thoughts whisper,
how the tears
collide...
My Dark Messiah,
sentenced to life imprisonment!
Sentenced to failure
that will not give way to silence.

You are familiar with
your own hope.
I am asking you to never look
for the wrong path
again.

Let the roadside
that the lost words traverse
be enough for you.
Clauses which drown in the depths
of too narrow senses,
of distant dreams.

My Dark Messiah, lie down
next to my desire,
let pity unite with your body,
with your shadow-loving heart.
I do not judge future by present.
I do not accuse the truth
when the lie is so distant,
so identical.

The heart, so frightened by sky,
still running away from sleep,
is only a naive stray,
a loser, for whom it is not worth
paying with a premature look
straight in the face.

I waited, I found the scent
of warmest thoughts in you,
I released my desire - to satiate
with tears; a definitive kiss,
left on a nearby path.

Cursed by the air, deprived of
the right to my own sadness,
I encounter on your body
a trail so endless
that banners disappear,
death turns into nothing.

It's just a sad look into the distance,
an entrustment to space and time.
Tye Jan 8
On this journey,
I’ll hold your hand,
And dip your toes in first,
So you don’t feel too much.

I’ll bring your yellow blanket
With the soft ridges, and
The coffee stain from
That Christmas.

No, I won’t forget to bring
The picture of your dad
In the garage, wearing blue Levi’s
During his last summer.

When the sun descends,
And rests just above the horizon,
I’ll sweep your brittle hair back,
And kiss your forehead.

With the orange glow
Bouncing off your eyes,
We’ll watch it disappear,
And soon be together again.
Tye Jan 7
There is a certain peace
In staring over the edge,
Into the void,
And seeing the ruined path
Laid out for lost souls,
Curving and bending, through
The barren trees of time,
And frozen dust of space.

Seeing that path,
Feeling its ridges dig into your toes,
And the pull, like an anvil
In the pit of your stomach,
Trying to tip you over the edge.

Making eye contact with
Your maker and theirs,
Feeling the icy chill of finality,
And call of the sirens
In your tired spine.
Knowing that you control
Whether to take the first step.
Moo Jan 6
The land is calling for me absurdly,
To be loved and exploited no more,
I must drench in this blood spilled earth,
Encharging me to reclaim it as my purpose,
The sky,a gazer,
And oft a weeper for the lands man,
The world has never felt so woven,
And melancholy slipped itself back in this sinners hand,
Alas,
My world has never felt so scattered ,
I felt so shallow and all felt so bland,
Though in these marshes I find,
An escape for a life time,
The path unfollowed follows my mind,
The path unfollowed mocks me blind,
And entrenches deeply in my wound,
Now in the path of the wild I must swoon,
To reclaim my sight,
To dream of nature is to dream of youth,
Although the flowers and their wilting ways have me doubt my days,
She is held so high,
And her wilting has me escape a sigh,
She awaits as if betrayed,
From the remedy that the nature has made.
I think I love nature truly
Maria Jan 6
Have you ever thought about your life
As it's a strange and unpredictable maze.
And you're just a guest in it, and in fact
It's your happiness to be here at that.

And on your way through it you find a lot of men
Who are of one behaviors and minds as yours.
And literally in a moment you're taking up with them
As they are all immediately and just truly yours.

You see their eyes are full of tenderness and love.
They're all amazing people and they're all your friends.
And you can be with them just as you are.
And you can not to meet unless the crook in maze.

And now you see you're not alone!
Just be yourself and they'll be near.
And now you see you're not forgotten!
Against the odds, you're known and loved right here!

Just be yourself!
Don't think about rules!
You are among your friends!
And make it absolute!
This poem is about real friendship and its signification in our life.
Allan Mzyece Jan 4
We went out to play in a beautiful field
on a lovely Sunday morning.
The grass was magnificently green
and taller than us,
but we did not let any fear
about what might be at the bottom
slip into our minds.

I completely focused my attention on you
and the spontaneous atmosphere around us.
And you focused all your attention on me
and held my hand tight
as we ran like little children,
singing and laughing.

I placed some flowers in your hair,
and you made me a crown of daisies and lilies.
We took off our shoes
and let our feet caress the mud.

"Come this way," you said softly,
"I want to introduce you to the Elves and the fairies."
And I followed you deep into the forest.

Colourful birds stood on large tree branches,
watching us and chirping melodic sounds.
Right in the midst were tiny Fairy odd towns.
We smiled and told them how much we loved them.

Then the rain began falling,
and we danced without caring about being soaked.
You placed your lips on mine
until time eventually stopped.
It felt like someone took out the batteries
in all the clocks.

Like we walked on a rainbow bridge
that gave us access to no longer be lost in space,
floating on a spherical rock.
Tye Jan 3
The weight of failure
Is enough to bring down a horse,
Or drain the ocean of its blood.

And life might seem better,
If it were shaped around
Avoiding any moment,
Where you might feel
That weight again.

But that weight,
And tremendous pressure
On your shoulders,
Is part of your journey, and
Our world won’t be whole
If you don’t try again.
Love was made on a level that only the stars above could discern.
My lips ensnaring yours, softly, but, aggressively
as the sweetness of lustful saliva lubricates
embracing you with my arms
I wish to fuse you and I together forever!
The natural expression of divine love that defines
the steamy procession that pursues the rawest display of our reciprocating affections
that moment of rewarding bliss as I enter you.
You, receiving me eagerly with your legs clutching me firmly.
One, we have become under the creator of all.

Early morning sunshine peeks through the window just to greet you,
but, only I can feel you close to me.
The angels have succumb to their envy of me
the celestials I must now fight
oh how they wish to be near you
I cannot lose you.
I love you.

There were those moments that I scoured space and time in search of you.
Breaking the mad tyrant’s gauntlet to confiscate the stones and crawling back to you on my shattered knees to rest at your feet,0
I will give everything that is good to you!
Yes, you!
Only you!

The sun incinerated my hands when I repositioned them to extend our particular solstice.
My reward was a prolonged winter
perpetual so that I could always cuddle with you.

You are God’s beautiful prose
the Creator’s presence is only visible through the essence of you.

You.
Shane Lease Jan 2
And now it seems like all of my hands are focused on someone new

From the clock to my palm

These hands are for you
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