walked into a realm
forced by torment
found a halfway house
stabbed by words
and she said, “save me”
little did he know
pressure forces preciousness
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Month: April 2015
here or there
where to be, in the bites of reality or the meadows of clouds
that form leaves no place for sadness
I’ll meet you there
self
be careful who you share your duvet with, a blanket of sorts, to protect the integration of dreams
and the dreams of different worlds may have the same consequences as two planets colliding
be careful who you share your duvet with, a blanket of sorts, you may want to keep it to yourself
I live for…
I live for coffee in the mornings, the rays breaking through the clouds, the layers of clouds that give body to the sky, the birdsong in spring, the moment I switch my lamp off, the feeling I get when you finish the last page of a book, fictional characters that steal my heart, the innocence of children’s laughs, waking up without an alarm, mornings when energy is expendable, nights full of hope, tears of joy and remorse, heartbreaks that revolutionise, the ever so rare moment of clarity, dreams that become nothing, letters of forgotten promises, boxes of old memoirs, scraggy jumpers that last 10 winters, perfumes that take you back to a hellish reality, and smiles that make your eyes wrinkle.
because humans are inconsistent.
inclination
there’s a fire that burns, while you soar in circles, the wind isn’t helping, and the flames engulf
should I tell you now, should I tell you later, the world is mine, I’ll leave no love undiscovered
kalon
it rushes by us, we have no retreat, even your corner, doesn’t fall short of greed, and so we play in our minds, of what could be, even though, all is not what you see, our paths are wanderlust, our hearts are heavy, our eyes are seeing, our minds unsteady, you know not our strides, nor our fears, you know not our pride, nor our dears, but we see it all, your pits and joys, hold back your wrath, hold back your ploys
anarch
the seas of being
scream mendacities of me
even demons hide
past
the world as we knew it
was as naive as us
the world as I know it
is as immortal as me
transit
it is warm here
the sun falls before shadows
how can you fight his light
when you fall before him
who can gesture atrocity
as his power beseeches all
now and again
have you any dreams you’d like to sell? dreams of loneliness.
some days I see your face
some days I see what I became
some days I see the falsities
some days I see the truth
but everyday, I see how much my dreams scared you, and how there is nothing left to stop me
gall
let me lie here
ponder your surly notion
for lies behold truth
let me sit here
dreaming ideas
for you behold me
