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Watercolored eyesThe contours of her hips, such skin of porcelain and glass.
The reflected eyes of a wary worried child, of a scared lizard gaping, attempting to take in the world seven times larger than he.
Freckles dance on raised cheekbones and muscles pull the microscopic threads to twitch the dark eyebrow into an organized mass of hair.
Concentration, the reflection on watery wet spheres of the earth attempting to breath through polluted air and corrupt schemes.
Muttered schemes, haunting the trees and make even its oxygen seem like poison with whispers of lies and deceit.
Letting down that child of yours making them cry on that one insignificant birthday.
The universe swirling in a mass rage of what the actual fuck as that damn energizer bunny stops banging on that fucking drum.
The overworked space with not enough work put into it gives out, a mass collision of senselessness and worthlessness.
Underappreciation from even that tiny lizard.
The screaming birds begging for us to listen
UnfortunatelyBut, unfortunately, my mind is poisoned by sin and corrupt from insanity.
My soul is spread too thin and thrives with a murderous lust of death.
And my heart grows gradually numb from a temptation's toxins and the serpents venom.
There will not be much left for you to care for, dear.
I keep telling you, I'm a disease.. an addiction.
Both of which result in destruction.
MachinesMoments of bliss are worth fighting and wanting for.
Skin intertwined a delicious mess of fabric leave hopeless lovers searching for something they'll never find, only to be whisked away into subconscious delusions of a self discovered truth in the matter or simple opinions desired to be somehow shared with the separate souls.
Words attempting to convey the drowning bickering thoughts someone once called sanity as time comes down to simple grains of sand.
Take your time child, we have forever to express and longer to dream when time no longer exists in the woven machinery somewhere in boggled minds of the most hypocritical factories that create this pitiful human existence.
What bliss; bliss.
WithdrawlThe priest's teary eyes and choked up throats catch the swarm of lies.
Such a pity, the sinner must repent from his nest of stupidity.
A fucked earth watches ash as rain when God watches in utmost disdain.
PredeterminationTell me child, what white words do you scream?
Blinding blackness detracts glossed eyes. Numb expressions.
Nerve endings of microscopic measures fail to recognize metal.
Two clicks of the barrel locks a target in place. Count.
Frozen tears fall upon pale noses. A moment in time.
Crisp air lingers in dampened locks of braids.
Weave chilled wind throughout her delicate bones.
Glued soles upon etched stone leaves the traveler far from home.
Chalked arrows guide you, my love.
Beware the falling sands of time.
Soon colors filter as senses fade to grey.
ExcerptOh this fine air is such a crisp Autumn. Breathless swirls of oxygen and ice blend beautifully in a harmonized dance of something we call wind. Bliss; bliss.
The PartingAnd so the kiss upon his lips seals the deal for she'd rather end her life than live like this.
you're the reason for my fraying edgesA piece of me snagged
on your fingertips, now
I'm spending the rest
of my life unraveling
About a girl(French version below)
Naiad, braving the tumultuous streams without risk
Your crystalline beauty illuminates these shabby, spineless and muddy reeds,
The softness of your skin like a caress that even the sea air couldn't bring me;
Oh My, I'd like to snatch this ivy leaf which covers you way too much!
I accomplished the most perilous labour just by staring at you;
My Hesperide, your breathtakingly high curves entice this pilgrim, blinded mortal,
And force naked and fool men to carry their own Iliad out to conquer you.
The singing of your voice shall guide us through this long, calm watercourse to the Elysium.
Your smile, forbidden sin, makes me break all my oathes.
For a brief moment, I vow to let myself be fooled by these pipe dreams of fantasy -
I want to dedicate this lyric song you've inspired me to the Gods, Polyhymnia,
You got me sailing on the river of dreams.
About a girl
Naïade, bravant sans péril les flots tumultueux
bad habitsi chew up keratin claws
and spit out lead nails
like letters laced with
a twine of tawny truths
and the smack of gums
forming lewd lilac lies.
you bite your sodden
to the stem of bone,
peeling layers of
paint-stained skin with
i often wonder
how my fingertips
morph metaphors with
awry alliteration while
your palms paint
purpled pastels and
my fractured wrists creak
and porcelain ghost
lines stripe your
autumn brushed skin
yet somehow, together,
we still create beauty.
SanctuaryVines stretched between her fingertips
Flowered fields grew at her word
and I swore that the galaxies lived in her eyes.
Starlight was the laughter that she breathed,
A universe of its own
Framed by the graceful arc of her parted lips.
Her movements were the gentle ocean waves
and daylight played off her skin,
Even in the darkest corners of the night.
A lion's roar was found in the screech of her cry,
and waterfalls trickled from her delicate lashes.
Mountains settled on her sloping brow,
her arms became the atmosphere I couldn't believe I ever lived without,
and a new world built itself upon her beauty
each and every day.
And so when the realm around me became too small,
I found my sanctuary in her.
My dearWhen I hear your voice
My heart beats faster and sigh
Think of us
I see perfection, perfection
Love you and will always love you
My Dark OneMeet me near the
Drape me in your
Only you can give
Never forget our
PermanenceNot a day goes by that I do not think if you. That I do not wish to hold you close and never let go. I never thought I'd be so happy. So happy and in love. So joyful in life.
You've changed me for the better in more ways than you could ever know.
It'd probably take an eternity to explain how much I love you. I couldn't express said emotions. The feeling of longing and devotion rather well. The feeling of never wanting to let go.
I've never been one for sappy love letters and long winding esoteric lectures ,yet I'm writing this. I'm a walking contradiction.
I've never been one for romantic things , yet my words are flowing through my veins so poeticly. Like an electric current of passion. A sea of never ending happiness.
You're the only person who could make me feel this way.
I long to embrace you more than life itself. Without you ,my heart has no meaning. It beats as I breathe. It beats with a feverish pace. An unwilling desire to never end.
Can You Hear The Rain?I always seem to find the heartbreak
I thought you were the one
that could keep me standing
I can't decide now
whether it was just a passing obsession
or a nuance of something I've been searching for.
I took notice of your broken spirit
and saw the wistful look you gave me.
I couldn't leave you
Feeling the need to heal you
I thought my offer would provide comfort
but all I received in return
was an abrasive word
and an invitation to leave.
What I thought you felt for me
was not there.
At least that was the impression given.
Contemplating your decline
I suddenly realized
you were afraid.
But I suppose your decision
cannot be persuaded to change.
You said I would find happiness
far from your presence
but all it seems that I've found
is a new longing
and my heart is broken.
ExceptionWere all composed of the same simple organic matter, but you my love.
Are created with the beautiful crystal from the most uncommon ore,
mixed with wings of fish gliding about an unreachable sea,
and sprinkled with stardust falling from a twinkling twilight as the sun and moon greet each other good riddance.
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