the rain crawls down the skin of her face
like vines taught to grow in reverse
as if these drops were a bittersweet curse
and travel to find the earths faint inverse.
like a landmine their reaches to reality were blasted away by the condescending lines to forever and above; what should have been wasn’t and what was shouldn’t have been. clambering to the top of discernment, she leaped for a thread of intrinsic perception through the undeniable declination of pure train of thought. the synopsis of life expected was obliterated within the spoken word of these inebriated concepts. welcome to the land mine.
drawing a blank on the hollowness of my mind
for it is not the cities that have robbed our eyes
only the choices made in these flames that we bind
but to each ones own in these wistful times of lies.
there he is in the back of my mind
sustaining me now from when i thought i was blind
today’s a new day, they say
the past should stay dead
just wait for tomorrow, they say
the past surely isn’t dead.
i can remember a lot, too much sometimes
but i cant seem to remember
when he started invading my mind
there was never a knock, a warning to come in
its as if the door was kicked down, stomped on, and worn thin.
i awoke with confusion from a dream that i had
my heart couldn’t remember who had made it so sad.
and to whom ‘he’ is, that too is now abashed
not from the dream, but from the maniacal past.
now time seems to blur; i’ve lost knowledge of the difference
containing my subconscious and recollection of his presence.
and so it is here that i’ll carry on, just carry on
alone with my thoughts; taking inspiration from a melancholy song.
if our eyes could hear what ears could not
we’d all be blind by the screaming elegance
of natures embellishments, so silently brought
and the resonated music of starlit relevance
which startles the night sky with adept harmony
because creatures like us crave escape through sound
so lets stay a while to hold on to this falling agony
inside an atmosphere of beauty so alluringly loud.
subdued with an utterly cloudless mind, they had the eyes that thought of smiling. their hearts were never full of fatigue for the infatuation with the entity of life, nor did they falter at the copious amounts of detrimental drifters. the humble transcendence of these beings astounded the helpless and the dauntless alike.
this melody of bonded love
has extrapolated a root
in which had not been touched,
or even thought of
in times of the stranded past.
we willed this composition,
willed it with our fingertips and
our beautifully harsh words
spoken ever so softly.
in a sense we too are stranded now,
stranded together within the discernible chaos
which resides in this place of complete solitude
amid the irresolute crowd of witnesses,
strangers, family and friends.
we willed this alluring song of love,
not for the incompetence of naive wishes
for the exposing of the forgotten root
but for pure essence of irrefutable bondage.
needless to say, the tenacity of our root
will reverently withstand eternity.
winded by this autumn chance
the freshness of the leaves would dance
the city of these trees worn bare
the city of these trees would tear.
if my eyes cant see this light
then what were we, crisp autumn […]
crimson covered the souls
the souls covered crimson.
contradictory in a whole
for the bodies, there were none
we could see the green
see how it covered the streets
we could see what was not seen
see how it […]
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