#ageless
The hammer may fall, at Satan's call
and make them fall back, no retreat
never say nay, and never defeat
keeping their place, standing tall
Ever the flood, covered in blood
all the king's horses, and men
they'll never ask why, it's do or die
no matter the where, or the when
Though mountains slide to the sea
and the world descends too decay
the spirit, and soul, embers from coal
no matter what stand, in the way
Holding head high, daring the sky
no rain pon their parade
the sun and the moon
singing their tune
doin more, that just getting by
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 9:19 AM UTC
Side by side
Walks into eternity
Hand in hand
Compassionate strides
Cheek to cheek
Warmth in dance
Body to body
Sensational trip
Ageless connection
Seen through a lens
(c)near_lane7
Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 5:40 PM UTC
Trust me
Age is just a number
I am a young child
With the brain of someone much older
Maybe I should know more
About finances
Or something useful
But so far
I know about all the things in life
That adults keep secret
I don't care that I have a young face
I have a soul that has seen better days
Stuck in a body that doesn't fit who I am
In a place where happiness doesn't exist
If you saw what I see my personality as
You would see a girl with green hair
(Old grey at the roots)
Three lip rings
Two stretched ears
Baggy pants
Tucked into combat boots
I would have the harsh face
Of a thirty-year-old chain smoker
I wore heavy dark eyeshadow
And liner that reached my hairline
And my green mess on my head
Would be put into a Janis Ian style
And in your pain
I would offer a grim smile
My body would be ravaged with time
Like a sharp rock
Stepped on one too many times
Age is just a number
I've seen too much
In such little time
Even in my mind, I am thirty
No one can take that away
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 3:22 AM UTC
Excerpts from the Journal of Dorian Gray
by Michael R. Burch
It was not so much dream, as error;
I lay and felt the creeping terror
of what I had become take hold . . .
The moon watched, silent, palest gold;
the picture by the mantle watched;
the clock upon the mantle talked,
in halting voice, of minute things . . .
Twelve strokes like lashes and their stings
scored anthems to my loneliness,
but I have dreamed of what is best,
and I have promised to be good . . .
Dismembered limbs in vats of wood,
foul acids, and a strangled cry!
I did not care, I watched him die . . .
Each lovely rose has thorns we miss;
they ***** our lips, should we once kiss
their mangled limbs, or think to clasp
their violent beauty. Dream, aghast,
the flower of my loveliness,
this ageless face (for who could guess?),
and I will kiss you when I rise . . .
The patterns of our lives comprise
strange portraits. Mine, I fear,
proved dear indeed . . . Adieu!
The knife’s for you.
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Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 3:55 AM UTC
Love was never between
Beautiful Faces
Love was between
The ugly experiences
Love was never about
How happy you were
Love was about
How sad you can be without them
Love shouldn't be
Judged
Love should be
Accepted
Love is bound to nothing perfect
Ageless with wrinkles
Love is bound to flaws
And that's the uniqueness
Love varies in different people
In different ways
Of showing " I love you"
Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 9:56 AM UTC
And so I wait,
and watch as another steals smiles that belong to me,
I wait
as another takes in the beauty that only I should see,
I wait
as another feeds on the warmth she gives to him leaving her weary,
I wait, I hurt, I weep
but I cannot have her till I am certain that I can set her free
But
She will know
The memory of her still burns fresh and new in my mind
She will know
My heart is forever in two and she owns the other side
She will know
She is the only one for me no matter how far, I'll follow close behind
She will know, i hope she knows
She is my sky, worth all the stars that men can find
Though
I want to
Undo all she has suffered ,all the pain she has built walls against
I want to
Free her wings ,convince her that with me those walls are waste
I want to
Look in her eyes,mock chaste and patiently wait as not to invoke what comes of haste
I want to, I need to
Let her come to me, with her scars and bruises and hurt, though slow, to me she is never late
Thus
I will
Not push, but gently nudge ,as a parent does one she loves dear
I will
Like a lovers wisper in a dream, utter unheard words but the feelings are clear
I will
Never assume, till she sees me ,I'll only ever be her peer
I will, I will always, I will forever
Someday be the source of her joy, with a love so intense Cupid might have used a spear
Aug 10, 2019
Aug 10, 2019 at 7:00 PM UTC
To love is to appreciate the other.
The complexities of mind and heart.
The fraying string stretched inbetween.
And the newness of each breath to start.
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 11:42 AM UTC
It's not
age that matters
look at (y)ou
y(o)(u)'re the
mos(t)
ageless being
t(h)at I
bumped
into
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 3:00 AM UTC
looking in the mirror
not recognizing the reflection
when this face got so old
I have no recollection
creases around the eyes
skin looking like leather
time taking it's toll
worn out by the weather
body breaking down
getting difficult to stand
arthritis is a problem
especially in my hand
hair growing in my ears
and growing out my nose
growing places it shouldn't be
even on my toes
sight a little blurry
getting difficult to see
getting up every hour
just to go ***
even though this body
will break down and age
the fire for you inside me
will continue to rage
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC
**As each day passes by,
I do not grow old,
Rather I grow younger in the word of God,
God makes me ageless
Ageless in Mind and spirit**
This piece belongs to Professor (Miss) Mary-D (Myself)
©
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 6:29 AM UTC
Not like this.
the path you stumbled for,
left you for some footsteps of a goddess
that we never were sure of her existence.
He left you on the road
oh, beautiful landscape of all
such green trees, such brown leaves.
Do you wonder how I wonder?
wanderlust, collecting dust
of the wasted decades we had
of an item we never truly got to reckon it's form
I do not believe in time
it does not exist
break all hour glasses done.
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 10:59 PM UTC
*I always have loved you. Maybe when the time is right
100 years from now, or 20 years, who knows?
In a future life of inconceivable delights,
I will find you again somewhere, amid sparkling nature,
Living on and on you wonder why you can not die,
Like a crystal that will withstand the test of time,
Though you can not ever be the only one,
Be this moment always like this love of mine.*
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC
daughter of the light,
the whispering sea
carrying the wind like
a bird of air,
the water ageless and eternal,
dark as a winter cloud,
light as a summer rose.
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 1:46 PM UTC
The delicate sky glowed.
The pink and the blue transfixed me.
The clouds...oh so dreamy.
Such a lovely discovery to find and blind me.
Bear in mind that leaving behind such a kind and unconfined sky broke me.
Wishing to feel those wings on my back, spring from me and cling to the heavens.
And that's all I see in your glass eyes.
With you by my side looking at the timeless infinite sky.
When the grass cease to exist...
We shall be ageless.
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
Curled up in the passenger side, my moccasins rested on the edge of the seat.
Projecting heat pleaded the piercing winter from under my skin.
My chin fell slowly as ash insulated my heart.
My lips would part as second-hand soothing soot
Grew arms and cradled my soul like the look
A newborn baby receives when wrapped in adoration.
A suffocation as an indication I was not alone.
Strangers. Soaring together for forty-eight hours.
Oblivious to dangers our adolescent wings never noticed.
Our only focus was on each other.
At first, words of conversation refused to be discovered.
But all at once we slowly uttered
Our pasts until his demons appeared in front of me.
Surprised I could still see through the windshield ahead,
I did not dread the broken being to my left.
Because who was I to judge the stranger
Who’d unknowingly love me as if his life depended on it?
Have you ever been in love with a Thunderbird?
One that flies solely in winter blizzards?
Fueled by chain-smoking cigarettes
And Dunkin Donut cappuccinos with five sugars.
It never once regarded the threat
Of driving through life
At ninety-five miles per hour.
I fell in love at six in the morning, wearing a borrowed jacket.
Coated in sleep’s drowsiness, we floated on clouds,
Dodging white paper coral trees and buried houses.
I fell in love when the world stood still
And the snow descended along with our sanity.
Somehow a Thunderbird granted me amnesty from myself.
As humanity remained asleep, with stealth
We drifted through back roads in horrific elegance
That jostled my brain until my mind was rewired to my heart
And has remained that way since.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 10:10 PM UTC
Beneath the tree
I sit,
Still,
Motionless,
In thought,
Of life
What its done.
Where its
Taken me,
Given back,
Held me captive.
I sit under the tree
I look up,
The flickering
Infinity
That is above me.
Am I of use,
Do I change anything.
I sit under the Tree,
My life
like its rings
show age,
wrinkles show
Mine,
I am at peace.
As I sit
As I stare,
I am here
The universe around
Ageless,
Time moves on,
I get back up,
I walk inside,
As time
waits for no one.
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC
That dancing
Lover
Is empty
Caress
Faded
Photography
All encased
In memory space
By ageless
Glass
Over ancient
Death
Waded hands
Over welts
Over
Skin
The tightness
An heirloom
To your
Troubled
Breath
A rasping cry
In perpetual
Iterate
Recursive
The motion
Of ending eyes
When all lights flutter
And die
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 6:29 AM UTC