Once you appreciated a Rose
You should undertsand what is Sore
'Coz not every heart ores
Are extracted by eros
First try of doing this... I love this technique but... It's very hardddd to do.. Tryin hard xD
the twins sign, yes
what do you know about it?
take a wild guess
does your adjective fit?
a lot of words to describe
but which one is exact?
they say we're two-faced
we're actually not
what we have
two personalities in one
yes, our nature is dual
could you keep up with that?
it's what makes us special
we could be optional
shy or wild
oh, such excitement we have!
My zodiac sign is Gemini. I personally think it's one of the coolest zodiac sign. Not because I am one, but because of the dual personality that it has which is unique. Yeah, I know it's just pseudoscience, but I just find it interesting. #SelfComposition
pulchritudinous rolls off my tongue and on to the pebbles beneath her feet; i bend down to pick it back up, to pass it to her, to be like "here, hey, i got this for you, this is what you are to me" and she smiles.
it's a smile that never falters, it's an introverted "my mind is an alice in wonderland casket" smile. it is a pseudo smile and her persona speaks in the same tone.
i don't understand her language which is why i keep throwing words at her feet - i swear i'm trying not to but she has these eyes and i swear i've died and relived my entire life in parallel universes within them.
i tell her "here, hey, i don't know much, but i know that pulchritudinous was probably invented when someone saw you up close for the first time and didn't know how to speak and hey i know this pseudo smile hides so much but please note: i would let pulchritudinous roll off my tongue and pick it back up a million times over just to see it again and again,"
i was given the words in the title and asked to free flow. here's what i came up with.
as we manifest
it's about the journey
not the score card
i don't understand
of big data
like it was
a big mama
of truth? streuth!
more data won't
this is not science
and way less than perfect
yet slavishly we
attend our screens
providing metadata more
hash tag what for?
a questioning of the pseudo science of big data
I measured my tolerance
and it was gone,
the same way the leaves
that fall off of Autumn trees
never grow back.
I tried feeling a shrivel of love for you
or even sympathy, but nothing came...
Nothing came even when
I'd seen the pros and cons,
nothing came when I slept on it,
nothing came when I ate through it,
nothing but my soul uttering "no more",
and I knew I had to listen.
I was the toy you held
when you wanted to
feel something beautiful,
I was your wind up toy,
now you've had your fun,
playing time's over,
because you're just a pseudo boy,
and I'm not so desperate
to take love artificial.
just walking around
running for money
running for fame
running for respect
blind for music
deaf for love
buying happiness at shopping malls
instead of hearts, they're growing holes
lost in time
lost in space
that's the final outcome
of stupid human race.
stagnant, i look to the nightlife for temporary comfort,
gazing into the pseudo love,
into the vacant souls.
empty, i search for a piece of myself in passersby,
learning from their motions,
i steal fragments of truth.
lustful, i plead for the chance to unveil myself,
to present my skin, to be adored aggressively.
but i am floating,
my veins grey,
my eyes opaque,
my blood frozen.
Everyone pretends to be a saint in the daylight.
But, when the lights go off and the darkness overtakes,
Their hidden demons crawl out and play.
Sometimes all the love you give
Is returned with a resounding deceit
Believing all the while, you are the cynosure
Yet, the centripetal force keeps you moving
Apparently, in sync with the lovers heart
When you realize, the asynchronous beats
But words are betraying the innermost deceit
Cracks appear, yet we turn a blind eye
Until it’s too late, when we stare at a wide chasm
All you want is to plunge into the darkness
Emotions run chaotically around the heart
Ripping away the veneer of love
Falsifying all beliefs, redeeming hurt
Eroding away the base of the relationship
It’s all there, in the saga of pseudo love