"dogmatized" poems
In the long shattered distance among the valleys of yesterday,
I still see my indispensable,
Struggling through this mystic shadow of a world,
Repeating ancient words that none perceive.
Rhapsodically she rose, like a glistening butterfly
Just slit her way of an imprisoning womb.
She gave me life, the reason to prosper;
My muse in hardships.
She shined on me, of light brighter than that of a supernova.
I still see my indispensable,
Clearer with every passing second;
She’s forging sturdy yet fiercely.
And just when I dogmatized it’d be inevitable,
She dispersed, to simple memories and love poems.
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 10:23 AM UTC
Come to my house.
We will have fun, do whatever.
But come to my house.
You will not want to leave.
And somehow you could not.
However you spend the fine.
I have pleasure tools.
You will feel that everything is yours,
no one may be brought.
You will be perpetual and dogmatized.
Ambiguous definition, whatever.
Come to my house.
Do not be scared.
Here is your place.
Make the most. But now.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 4:29 PM UTC