#enigmas
Monochromatic scene was displayed
Within the darkness of night
Where they built the tents
and held the game of fate
For them to finally met,
to cross each other's paths
As they roamed around the circus
The smell of caramels
also the scent of daydreams
Filled their minds and hearts
With warmth and hopes
Blurry images moved pass them
As the carousel drove them into dizziness
of an overwhelming feeling
Which was dangerous
For them to endure
Golden flames illuminating
While they took a dance
under the moonlight
Though they realize
That their feelings were eternal enigmas
Which would take lifetime to solve
But they also know
The hidden secrets
About the silver linings
Holding every possible dreams
Filled with rays of happiness
Within the night circus
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 12:11 PM UTC
I'm so afraid
Of what I just don't know
I have trouble sleeping at night
I always sleep
With some kind of light
I'm afraid of aliens
Looking through my window
While I'm sleeping
I'm afraid of an alien
When I'm dreaming
I think they're on the moon
Living underneath it
But if every nation drops their bombs on the moon
They might start leaving
But if we keep on waiting
The earth might stop breathing
The art of war is to surprise your enemies
Even if they're aliens
We might beat them right now
If you think that I'm lying
It's like a bee's nest
If we only shake it
They'll all sting us
But if we burn it in a mountain of hell and flames
Then they might start leaving
And the earth will find it's peace now
So everybody
If you're afraid of the aliens
Then aim your guns now
Every nation in the world
Let's unite as one cloud
Let's get angry
And destroy the moon now
Before they destroy
Us
Courage is
A little fear
A little hope
And a lot of
Love
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 5:04 AM UTC
The girl was running down the road,
her pigtails were indeed a mess.
The boy was playing with a plastic sword,
his mouth was covered with chocolate mousse.
They were laughing so hard,
but I was astounded when they asked.
"What is truth?"
Oct 20, 2020
Oct 20, 2020 at 7:05 AM UTC
It strikes -- the scorching sun.
Her hair is messed up in a bun.
The habit. The veil. It was a chain.
She walked passed--
Dashed on the abbey,
Where she belonged.
Down past the silent corners.
Deep inside the high-unending walls.
The deafening silence,
The mute languages.
Secrets. Enigmas. Paradigms.
Hides the very thoughts of her shadows.
Her history,
Her memory,
Her identity.
Alas! Her name will forever be a mystery.
Buried secretly in a discreet grave--
Wasted. Rotting.
Concealed by the glowing epitaph.
Unsheathe--
Destroyed she will be.
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 2:32 AM UTC