Pedro Simon Mar 2015

You're like a peacock.
Not because you look like a bird.
But because you're mysteriously beautiful.
I could stare at you forever,
And it'll still be the best thing to do.

SilentMetanoia Jun 2016

You are a child of the universe.
And they say the universe works
In mysterious ways.
And about you,
My darling,
there is such a marvellous
Magical mysterious way.

desirable aliens Jun 2014

You're mysterious.
You're mysterious in the way that makes me want to open you up like a book and read your pages from start to finish but I can't because you are so high up on the shelf that I cannot reach you.
You sit up on the shelf collecting dust trying to protect yourself from the people who will rip out your pages or bend your cover.
Oh, how I wish I could climb up the shelf and take you down and have you tell me your story.
Maybe one day I'll finally be able to climb and reach out to you, but for now, you're just the book I have yet to read and you're on my list.

K Balachandran Oct 2014

The smile of the white bloom, in my crown
its fragrance spreads across galaxies of neurons,
none can fully imagine the scene, I haven't seen
it's stellar design baffles humans, resists exploration.

On single file pass days and nights, indefatigable
rainbows are made and unmade, making clouds
blush and hoping for  bridges across them,
why, even the universe dances to the tunes we play

Ever  at ease, I walk silently past the blue mountains,
of remembrance, mostly love created, a miracle!
At times a poet, a scientist,a  cosmologist,or a mystic in solitude
finds the need to "stand and stare"wonder, speaks in metaphors.

Looking st the fireworks sky manages, I hallucinate,
an astronaut I become, who knows nothing about time
one wished to live in timelessness for ever and when,
that dream comes true, loses within and be nothingness.

Taylor Jun 2014

As the smoke lingers off of her tongue,
you can see the smirk so evident on her face.
She traces the outline of her lips with her tongue
and gently inhales the cigarette smoke.
You can see the tiny glint of a vodka bottle on her nightstand
and the ashtray that is overwhelmed with burnt out cigarettes.
She is staring at the ceiling
and you have no idea what in the world she is thinking so hard about.
All you know is that you want to know.
And you want to know the way
her lips curve around the tempting neck of the vodka bottle,
or the way her tongue moves as she blows off smoke
from that cataclysmic cigarette she’s holding.
Alcohol and cigarettes,
that’s what everyone thinks ruins your life.
But those two things
are what saves hers.

Annabelle Lee May 2014

The dark is a wonderful place
It is beautiful and mysterious
All of it's monsters sit there
Lurking just as before

Now though, in the dark
I don't have to see the scary faces
The shadows embrace me
The silence, quite calming

When all else fails and goes away
The darkness always stays

I want to make a apple tree,
I want to have different colors and shapes like a rainbow, 
I want to disappear like i have no family while being homeless on the streets with so much talent gone to waste, 
Even if we have talents who gonna bother with it?
We ignored, but we perfect in our own ways.
As the days pass, it's just memories, but we want to have peace.

Selena Irulan Oct 2013

I have given this a lot of thought,
and soon I will tell the truth,
the girl you see before you,
isn't the girl you thought you knew.
She is shattered like the mirror glass,
and lying open on the floor,
the girl you once loved,
has ceased and is no more.

She is replaced by another Spirit,
that was created after years of hurt and pain,
she was broken and came undone,
has nothing in this life to gain.

ryn Aug 2014

Street lamps play
As they have before
Dim walkway
Leading to a door

Careful steps
Strewn leaves
Breathe between gaps
Skulking like thieves

Rustling trees
Otherwise nothing
Mind at ease
Heart rapidly beating

Usually stops here
Usually I'd stir
But still in slumber
I drew closer

Eyes on door
Familiar scene
Stood here before
This dream I've been

Up the patio
Door was ajar
Accompanied by my shadow
Stretched far

Tunnel vision
Dripping eave
Door handle beckons
Hand raised to receive

Usually stops here
Usually I'd rouse
Allowed to enter
This time... This house

Handle I seize
Door seemed light
It did not freeze
Hinges did not fight

Revealed the insides
Scanned surroundings
Unlit lights
Stairs climbing

Footsteps I heard
Coming my way
Sounds absurd
But yet I stay

Usually stops here
Usually dream is done
But still was clear
It only had begun

Darkened figure
Descending on bare feet
Beauty light as feather
Ever did I meet

She did not see me
Planted at the doorway
Impossible it may be
Nothing did she say

Walked right by
My eyes followed
Seconds fly
In eternity they burrowed

Usually stops here
Usually I'd wake
Yet still I'm here
Chance I'd take

Stood at the fridge
Back towards me
Under siege
My mind set a flurry

Fridge was opened
Light casted her silhouette
Her back darkened
Curiosity grew fat

Illuminating beams
Accentuated her hair
Like golden streams
Flowing with flair

Usually stops here
Usually I'd startle
Connection did not sever
Continue I was able

Spellbound I gawked
Rooted like a tree
Wide-eyed I stalked
This siren before me

She drank
Not knowing I was there
Stiff as a plank
I was locked in a stare

Finally broke free
Shifted my weight
She turned to me
And then said...

Then it ceased
Then I awaken
Surprisingly pleased
Slice of heaven

Who was she?
Silhouetted face
Perpetually...
Mysterious grace

Foreign albeit familiar
Strange but true
Now rings clear...


It is you...

Based on a dream I had.
Amelie Pascual Mar 2012

There she was, standing in a corner,
Staring at me as I was dancing
Occupy the dance floor, tonight or forever,
Watch me go, 'cause I am the Queen.

What's that drink you're holding again
Your cup's empty, want me to pour more ?
Nevermind dear, just take my hand
And follow my lead onto the dance floor.

Mysterious Ramona, the blue-eyed girl
Come over here and let yourself fly
Forget it all, take over the world,
Move your hips until you die.

Never seen someone dancing like this,
Look at those moves, the temperature's hot
Would you mind if I blew you a kiss
Your beauty's all over me, it's not my fault.

Music goes on and on and on and on
Come closer to me, give me that look
Grab my face, move, be someone
Your eyes caught me, now I am hooked.

Mysterious Ramona, the blue-eyed girl
Come over here and let yourself fly
Forget it all, take over the world,
Move your hips until you die.

Hear that sound, it's my heart beating fast
I want to keep you by my side
Don't know why but I want this to last
Feeling your body rushed against mine.

Your hands lost in my hair,
You're biting your lips
Your hands up in the air,
You're moving your hips.

Mysterious Ramona, the blue-eyed girl
Come over here and let yourself fly
Forget it all, take over the world,
Move your hips until you die.

Inspired by an unknown girl met at a party.

A man of short words and infinite meanings.
Mr. Mysterious.

You disappeared from my life
You came back more alive.

I don't understand
This game you want to hang
Tell me, what do you want.
Why you came back?
Is this fellow has resentment from the past?

You don't know me
Neither do I
We have one thing in common
Your eyes can't lie.

Mysteries are things we sometimes
never figure out.
Why do some say the keys to the world
are only love, hate and doubt.

Why are things off limits to some of us
and totally free to so many others.
How can a man love himself only to
end up hating his brothers.

What is the answer to a question that
has never been asked.
How can anybody have a future without
having a past.

Why are so many people out searching
for a tomorrow of change.
When the tidal waves of the human race
are so easy to rearrange.

What are the mysteries of a day that can
only be seen at night.
Why does wrong seem to override the
things that are suppose to be right.

sleeplessnxghts Nov 2013

Tears fall from my eyes
An unhappy little surprise
When the causation is unclear
And my rock is no longer here

An overbearing sadness
A disgraceful neglect of bliss
A torn sense of sanity
Cannot stand their sympathy

Frustration creeps in
A war I never win
Uncontrollable thoughts quickly flood
The only desire I have is to evoke blood

Why I cry is a mystery
Time-travel back into my history
Search for the beginning, the start of it all
The primary moment of despair that led to my downfall

Leave me to cry into a scattered slumber
As my insomnia persists to encumber
Constant nightmares slice up my sleep
A tedious life I am suffering to keep

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