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I see
An ancient piece
Touched all over with dust studs
And smeared through with a peculiar tint
A faded shade of youth
I hear
Its beating whisper
A tick now, a tock in close distance
A repeated chain of similar notes
A one and only song from the day of its conception
I understand
Its silent message, simple yet dynamic
One of position and precision,time and season
Ever changing
This ancient piece,a messenger it is
A messenger of Time
It carries with it, tales from the past and stories for the future
I see, I hear, I understand
The Grandfather Clock
Sitted so elegantly at that corner of my living room.
HelloPeople Oct 2014
I stay late,
Wake up early
Waiting for something to happen,
Waiting for things to be better
Then I asked myself,
"Is this right?"
If you want something,
Go get it!

Not all things will fall at you,
You go digging for treasures
Neath Oct 2014
She has always been there
for me, and I for her

Should I risk what I have with
her now just so I can get her onto
the bed in the next room and unzip
the jeans that have separated me and
her since the beginning of us?

My lust and desire crave for something
more than just a friendly goodbye at every
single occasion and time that is spent with just
me and her.

Should I make do like a kamikaze pilot that
prepares for a bombing he knows he’ll
die in?

Should I treasure what I have now or treasure
what could’ve been?

All I know is that suicidal love always
gets all the action no matter how
things play out.
Don't' be afraid, just go forth...
xoK Sep 2014
X
i do not wear my heart on my sleeve.
instead, i keep it locked up in a glass box
buried deep within me
X marks the spot
cross my heart
and hope to fly
stick a moonbeam in my eye
they say what doesn't **** you makes you stronger
and i think i believe that's true
but sometimes
there are moments
when it's just too much
too hard to resist the urge
to curl up from the outside-in
like a snail shell
a home within.

but eventually
my beautiful muse,
dress flowing in the wind,
comes to whisper in my ears
sweet echoes through my shell space
she whispers of a treasure map
drawn across her back-canvas by chilled fingertips
that only she can decode
(with my help)
X marks the spot
cross my heart
and hope to fly
eyes are for seeing
but when they're closed
they are for feeling
my muse, my muse
how do you do it?
shoot me straight up into space
so that i land
X marks the spot
in a little glass box
warm between your lined palms.
LDR life.
Wrote this a while ago but never posted
Isabella Sep 2014
5H.
How lovely you are,
Something of a miracle,
You are a treasure
brokenperfection Sep 2014
He's locked his deepest secrets in his treasure chest and guided them to the bottom of the sea.

Gave me half of a rotten map, a pat on the back, and a telescope to find the key.
jacky Sep 2014
Take my mind like a pocket book.
      Hold it between your hands,
      posses each of its pages, and
      you'll see, the chapters are tainted
      with your name on it.

Read my own thoughts in your own words.
      free your insecurities by the touch
      of my imagination
      of you teasing me with your teasing eyes
      look, you are the most beautiful, no,
      you are the definition of beautiful.

Feel me through each of my pages.
     I would be breathing under your handbag.
     And you'll take me to where you are headed.
     Show me what I showed you.
     Through my mind, i'll see you.

Burn me, with the heat of your grip.
     And if my mind is inside the flames you set
     I'd gladly embrace my own death
    for if i would burn inside your arms
    it would be the best way to perish.
i (still) like you it's like you've been tattooed onto my skin and i cannot get you off my mind, so take my mind with you, like one of your pockt books.
T2m Aug 2014
....the way she walks and the way she talks
She is the fairest of folklores
She drains me of words
And drowns me in thoughts
She is the reason I smile
Even amidst a milli reasons to cry;
The magic mat on which I fly
Deep into the fluffy clouds of fantasy
Where only she and I will be,
Watching our lives unfold like a golden scroll
Living every day as it comes......
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