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Nemis Feb 22
The moonlight of the scarlet eclipse,
From the chasm of the phantom heart.
In the void of the bottomless pit,
Wandering in search of attunement within.

Abstruse like the nucleus rigid,
Fragile like the flower petal.
Hummings of the oceans and sky,
Quivering will, the fear occupy.

In the stones of faith to pray,
For the lurking fleshes of past which stays.
Rippling through the time frames,
Turning to the ashes gray.
Nemis Oct 2019
As the night grows darker,
Deeper go into the abyss I.
Circling thoughts of past
Threads of the future unknown
Fused with the time of present
Deeper go into the abyss I.

My eyes sees the journey through,
Oh how my body it grows.
Gliding over the blankness I go,
The soul reaching out to cosmos.

Scatters my body to particles infinite,
As I cover the distance in the dark of night.
Chasing the dark with the speed of light,
Deeper go into the abyss I.
I wrote this while traveling via train and looking outside in the dark and reading cosmos.
Nemis Oct 2019
Broken clocks fixing the time,
The elegists are singing the hymn.
The sky shedding its tears,
As for who will bear the bearer.

The ink is fading as the time is near,
The ticking of the clocks is all I hear.
Second-by-second, minute-by-minute,
Can't let them be my source of despair.

Running before time to end up straight,
Just to find it was written in the fate.
I hit them hard they hit me back,
Gained a moment, lost a million days.
I wrote this by imagining what it would be like to fight the time, the clocks. Clocks gone rogue and pardon for mistakes, as there'll be...
Nemis Sep 2019
And in the end it's just me and my misery,
Singing together in a voice unbearable.
Looking the world beyond far, with vision scattered
For the delight is more than I can handle.

Dwelling into the riddles,
Hard I try to get stuck in the middle.
Nor I can fly, nor can I die
For the wings of freedom and my hands, to ground, are tied.

Fix me, heal me, fuse me to life
These are words, upon I rely.
No one hears, no one tries
I wonder if it's time to say goodbye.
Grammatical or some other mistakes would be there, so pardon.
Nemis Jun 2019
A body without soul is just remains,
Free to roam yet bound in chains.
Heartless beings with rotten minds,
Feeding off on whatever might they find.

Close to death, moment by moment
Still avoiding pain and the torment.
Living as slaves, controlled by fate
Born to die, in a nice cold grave.
Little poem about the body and death and soul and fate. I don't think it's the right description though.
Nemis May 2019
Days of laughs and midnight blue,
From walking on broken glasses to morning dew.
Do you know where the blinding eyes lead you?
If you do will you still go through?

The ashes of past and the echoes of present,
Interwoven together with surprises enchanted.
Driven melodies of magic and miracles,
With moments of dry tears and laughless chuckles.

Waves of time against the tides of tries,
Deep you sink and high you fly.
As the sound of silence slowly reaches,
And closer the end of race towards the grave.
About life.
Nemis May 2019
Soaking feet in river
Racing around the world of dreams
Me and you and you and I.

Climbing up the trees
We were wild like the grasses green
Everyday a newborn star shined in our eyes.

Now we are bold and older
And has lost the innocence along the way
Something which shined has now faded.
A poem which reflects how we loose our innocence as we grow older.
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