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Slow Four MinutesAs the hours tickled down like the midnight dew
and the light is solely artificial,
I caught myself thinking of you
and my thoughts were nowhere superficial.
Little sleep and many dreams
that lack of good and hope,
with your tender touch and candid
smile their bubbles quickly pop.
such are now of a rare occurrence,
though still sometimes I can not sleep,
but this time with concurrence.
A single long hug and the initial rush,
are just enough to dust-off and brush.
now uncertainty has settled in,
as time fades away so is my grin.
Amber StrangerYou'll apologise,
but this time I'll say no more.
You'll look at me hold out your hand,
to help me off the floor.
My heart you'll mend,
with a smile you'll send.
I know that this is what you meant,
you know I can't resist your scent.
I'll tuck myself around your arm,
and convince myself that you mean no harm.
I sadly know it's soon to come,
the next time you will make me numb.
Cold and PowerlessWarm and restless wind blowing on the back of my head
Preventing me from turning back, from witnessing the horror
Of a bloodsheding treason maimed by sharpest of tongues.
Wrapped by a curtain of lies, casting a shadow, blocking the skies,
Dark were those times.
It's devils aren't gone, so simply forgotten, whatever they touched
Turned sour and rotten.
Now or forever I must stand guard
For they will return and bring back the hard.
A devil in form or in mere disguise
Fool I will not as he looks in despise.
My castle and turret shall
Stand to what ever he has
Of that I'm sure, nothing will pass.
RepellentFeeling like an only cloud which stands out of the blue.
I'm being watched facing down by those who laughed at you.
Little knowledge who they are we both have in twain.
But just like me I am sure sometime you must have felt the pain.
Up or down high or low our spirits come and go.
Once alive another dead I'm here but yet I'm not.
Barely seen never heard, no thought to speak no spark to seek.
No way of life just a breathing corpse with little pulse and no heart at all.
No one to see not a thing to hold no one to lean on forever cold.
The same old cloud raining down on me what is left rejoins the sea.
Drowning the sorrow can not be done, for years it's basking in my tears. feeding on my nightmares thoughts and fears. (just growing larger everyday when you are nowhere near.)
I don't love you anymore never liked your ships and shore.
I don't care not to have there as long as I'm dead that I can bear.
Forever more alone I shall stay for I can't relive that day.
The one you told that your ha
A 2nd ChanceRemorse and regret can't make you to forget
All the things you've missed and the ones you've left
A golden glance or a blink of an eye
Makes you wonder 'how should I?'
Taking a stroll under the bare night sky
Watching the moon just passing you by
I won't forget those deep green eyes
I feel them with every breath when my heart cries
Laying on your back on a bench near by
Excluding yourself from the social high
Fire and sand both were there
One on your feet the other in your hair
Falling asleep to the sound of a giggle
A giggle so beautiful makes smiling inevitable
When climbing up a mountain side
There is little place for you to hide
Getting to know your other-self
Thinking about a 2nd chance
All is not lost for now it is
The one you were waiting for the one to seize
Some might never get a 2nd chance
A life-time long waiting for romance
How lucky am I for getting mine
After three years of an emotional deprive
Now you're here waiting for me
Alone and abroad with no one to see
C.A.CRock, Bishop, Knight, Pawn.
Will you please tell me where I belong?
The King and Queen look down on me,
While the rest, ignore me be.
Trapped in One, held back on Two.
Can't find my square, can you?
B1, F5 and G8, mean nothing
When you can't "see" straight.
Walking around from side to side, doing no harm,
No one seems to mind.
I sat tight and listened, roaming, waited.
Learned as I went through the steps in-between.
Consideration, Attention and Concept came to mind.
Waiting my turn for time to demise.
Now it's all, all but good.
The strangest war where nothing is obscure.
The rock the bishop all pray to me.
whilst the King and Queen, they nothing mean.
EchoLonely nights awful thoughts.
Lost, with out it, I have no cause.
Can't rest, can't fall-asleep.
Can't seem to remember
The bitter nor the sweet.
'Turned-off', paused in time.
Don't know if I'll be able of such "crime".
Is yearning for that moment when
You touch upon my hardship vein
And the softest of touches unknown of kind
The sort which penetrates your mind.
Time seem to halt on the echo of my fault.
Jumped ahead, had no clue.
No clue to might what happen when
I broke the tune.
A tune in our delicate love song,
Where every note matters to complete
The symphony of our beating hearts.
I hate how it happened and such,
I'll never forgive you for not saying
I pushed too much.
Now, stepping aside isn't the answer.
Letting go is not facing "danger".
A gun, a rifle, a rope or a pistol.
All hold the answer to what I want,
What I want is something you hold.
I can't stop my heart from beating on its own
For you hold it tightly, feeling alone.
A pain in the chest each look we sha
ConfidentialI miss you dearly.
I miss you so much.
I miss the little things, like asking for lunch.
I miss your laugh and your wisdom.
I miss your smile and your rhythm.
I miss the way you understand who I am.
I miss it how you have no shame.
I miss your thoughts and your kindness being.
That oversized sweater and that Russia thing.
I miss your care and the scent of your hair.
But I really miss having you there.
Hear my cry hear my roar
For you are my tears's core
Feel my need ask what's wrong
Is my agony for ever long?
See my tear drop
Feel for my shattered hope
Eternity, Infinity and
Don't really exist
In this modern world chapter
Wear and tear and lost of meaning
A broken identity and an unwelcome feeling
All in which I get the lots
Until which time that I get lost
Master.My mind, my master.
My heart, a disaster.
Life's not going anywhere,
but it's definitely getting faster.
JigsawI am a puzzle
Each piece is a part of my life
Its one that takes decades to finish
It doesnt happen over night.
Each piece of the puzzle contributes to who i am
But its more than an image, you see
Alone its just a simple aspect
But put it all together, and you have me
Some are small, but so dear to my heart
Others are jagged and feel like they dont fit
Some might be tough to place, but never quit
Heres to all the pieces, no matter where they are
The good times,
The bad times,
The stories for every scar.
They might seem disastrous when they fall into our lives,
But its what make me, me
One piece at a time
The pieces for passion
The ones for never giving up
The ones for falling in love with music
The ones for finding happiness in pain
For the times laughing until you cry,
Playing guitar until your fingers bleed,
For loving what you do and what it does for you,
For never questioning your beliefs
For the times you learnt the hard way,
The hardships youve came by,
The times you thought you
Denial (shadows the blackest parts of me)I am fearful to find the meaning
Of why I’ve become what I’ve become
Of what it means to be me
Still I peel off my skin
My eyes fill up with guilt
Of what I know I fear
I know what change is coming
As I tear away the layers
I surrender to the pain again
Whilst deconstructing my constructive self
My former repressed suppression
And as the memories come rushing in
I'm vulnerable and bare again
I see now why I hurt myself
Time and time again
I curse at a past I could not control
My ego laughs at me from afar
I am aware of my one true story
Wounded closure in my soul
I reach out towards the lucid lights
The ones I see outside
I now know myself enough to know
I am no longer a prisoner inside
Reverting BackFalling again from the cliffs of victory,
Reverting back to the old ways,
In such a fast pace
From our last place…
Why did it take so long for us
To realize our loneliness for good?
Maybe it is how we should
Live our lives.
No one expects a miracle to come true,
No one expects everyone to find me and you,
No one understands all that we've been through,
And no one believes in what we are going to do.
To feel for us there is no reason,
Or at least we do not know,
These winds are foreign,
Towards us they never blow.
To say goodbye to love we’re ready,
To enjoy our hearts beat slow and steady,
Away from pain, away from theft
And there are still so many colors left.
Vaya!Oh, dulzura, ¿realmente he estado equivocado?
Con aquella ruptura con mi lado más humano,
¿he errado? Mi alma estaba segura, mas,
¿a dónde me llevará mi interior desolado?
Quizás llamase y me fuese con poca fortuna,
poca es poco: mínima, a mala suerte condenado.
Quizás haya sido cruel, puede que de hambruna,
puede que obligase y puede que ahora sufra.
Pues, ¿qué soy ahora más que un cascarón?
Siento, mas solo siento a mi razón,
mi corazón está loco y yo, cuerdo. Aterrador.
Atiéndeme, demonios, ¿a qué me veo avocado yo?
¿Realmente he probado el estar a solas?
¿O he estado en ilusión? Alienado en mi rosas
sin saber qué sucede por mi ambición: loca.
Espero saber ahora dónde estoy en mi prisión.
UntitledI feel my lungs collapsing
I can't stop my head from spinning.
It hurts to breathe. I'm gasping.
I can't keep it down I find myself thinning.
I can't feel my hand.
It's numbing as I no longer feel my blood circulating.
I'm so dizzy, I can't stand.
"What's wrong with me?" I ask myself as I sit there waiting.
A room so cold on a bench too high.
My legs dangle from the stool with my hands on my thigh.
A tall man enters with too white of a coat.
Asks me questions and writes them as notes.
It's a mess.
I have no strength to get out of bed.
I have to focus to be able to breathe.
I feel pressure pounding on my head.
I'm scared. I don't understand what's happening to me.
Writing at OxfordBetween the dusty pages of
drunken novellas and tragic plays,
a small ferret creeps and a young girl strays.
Enticed by a fantasy mirror and
lightly cut by a subtle blade,
the fabrics between worlds gently part
and literature is new and made.
A delicate array of alternate ideas
welded together within the parchment of a book.
Be careful how far you peer between
the never-ending lines of flowing ink.
Beware of your ever changing daemons and
ensure you don’t fall for their trick.
For they would have you think that
there is nothing more behind these shelves.
The truths they do hastily conceal as
there is more than you could ever believe.
Keep your friends closer, your enemies closer still.
You’ll never know where you may meet as
you hide behind your wandering quill.
Random Sugar Cubes"Sometimes the universe wants to be noticed and today, the universe decided to call to me in the form of your smile."
"Cloud mountains conceal"
"If you're a good learner, you'll be a horrible teacher, and, boy, am I good at learning."
Knowing the difference between yes and no
Uptight, straight board
Cheap smiles liquor lips
That's the best way to hide it"
Fourteen It's BeenFourteen it's been
It's time to grin
No pink was seen
All so soon ends
For it is you
Whom my will bends
Not this time
No more lust
Because this time
Might be our last
Just a hug nothing more
No loss of innocence
Like on that shore
A mere coincidence
Those cannot be
Yet still it is
Fourteen months it's been
Since that last chance
Which I missed
Won't get again
In a few more days
I've been in chains
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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