"blisfull" poems
She calls on you
like the blisfull
mermaid
the is reconing doenst bother
who is where
she is but the start of an unformal affair
the wife of many and the truth
uncompared
she is but a mermaid
staring in the distance the long lost love
awakens a shinning bright spark
of another prey
she is the worst of all predators
you do not know my dear
what is the wrongess and the darkness of the matter
the vengeful is still at large
the bliss is atlast come to the poise of unconditional salvage
the attorney of the sage is but his past
the wise tell you to take retreat
in the shell of death
the sage tells you to step ahead
for the moses of times
is just blind by the rage of the matter
is a customary shatter
the bliss is real my friend you see
you are not involved in the pscychopath drama
they have crafted your nerves so well you become the cup the drama the morphine to your pains is but another tragedy a bigger one to ease the pains of the past lives
you are the serendipitous archive of the documented torture a mind can concieve or relive in the lonliness
the shutter of the blind called eyes may not blink but the urge to put inside a prickly object to bleed your self out
at least somthing should come out not a word not a sound but more and more profund silence a more psychlogical war fare
a more deadly hit
a more angered adversary
the more precise path
is that of forgiveness
your choices lead you here
you can choose a new destination
your sights must not fail
you are but an unanswered prayer
you are but an unanswered prayer...
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 2:00 AM UTC
Like a blisfull day
in a painter's hand
sunset
portrayed me.
The truth
was almost as transparent
as my brand new scarf
that she left me
when she was
leaving
I was standing there
strangling my thoughts
with my bear hands
the feeling was
obscure
there wasn't any blood
there was nothing
just me.
The killer
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 8:45 AM UTC
She takes in deep breaths trying to savor the taste of nature
Amused by the opulence
Her bare lips against the wind
Enchanted by the view
Laughing along with the birds tune
Soaking in the vibrant sun
Her vacant mind wondering off to the blisfull trees
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC