Abstruse one

I love the still of the night. It allows my demons to take flight. The regrets, the relations and a thousand other stuff buried in the blur of the day. Crawl back and choke me down the sad pit they come. I love the still of the night. The storm within and the stagnancy around, bright. The stars fight for space, drowned by blue, so deep. I fight for redemption, taunted by  reminders of fate. I love the still of the night. The darkness sets my demons in sight. The  light of the day has broken my shell. And the demons of the night are after my soul.

REMOVE THE STORM Never put Temporary people in the Permanent place of your Life, and don't be afraid of Removing the Wrong People from the Right Place of your Life. If it's your Life then it's your Right. Be Bold to take any Decision concerning your Life. If they call it Pride, tell them it's Class. No matter the Economy of the Jungle, Lions will never eat Grass. Even if Education is Free, a Rat will never go to the same School with a Cat. You cannot go anywhere with Negative people. Negative people are like Cars without Fuel and Engines. You can only sit in them, but they will NEVER take you anywhere. You can't Change what you see until you Learn from what you see. Be careful who you Open up to. Only a few people Care. The rest just Want to have Something to Gossip about. Some people come into your Life like a Dark Storming Night. When the Storm is Over and the Sun Rises it Becomes a Beautiful Day. Make Beautiful Days in your Life by Removing the ...

How can you say we're insignificant? We're living things made up of non-living things. We're a walking, talking, singing, dancing mass of flesh and bone. We have the power to reduce music to lump of cold, dead fingers six feet underground. And then again, we have the ability to cry at the sight of the earth rotating and revolving around the Sun.  A sunset can reduce us to tears. Rainfall can make us laugh. We can dream and still someone has the gall to call us insignificant. I am not small. I am a thousand feet tall. I am the stuff that fairytales are made of. I'm sky and glitter and songs and magic and no one can dim my glow. The time traveller's sitting under a tree, shaking the sand out of his shoes. He's wiping the ink from his pen and he's flipping through the pages of his notebook. He's writing down the things he's seen, conversations with the people he's met, interpretations of the wonder he's felt. He's gone back and forth ...

Last night I made up my own planet. It was small and blue and only big enough for one person.  It wasn't big enough for oceans but it had a swimming pool. I decided I'd live on a sun bed, and I could, because the temperature would be remote-controlled, and it would never get too hot or too cold. I'd pack my cutest swimsuits and take a few books along. When I'd read each one a hundred times, I'd cut them up, separating every word on every page, and spend my days re-writing them.  Its sky wasn't big enough for galaxies, but it had one constellation that would rearrange itself every night. See, I told you I was all alone over here, the stars were the only ones that would talk to me. I'm sure I'd talk back, and there'd be no one around to call me crazy.  It wasn't big enough for years, so I rearranged whatever I had into my own equivalent of time: every heartbeat was a second, every breath was a minute, every blink of the eye was an hour, every si...

Tell me, stranger You, in the club's toilet fixing your hair spreading your lipstick Are you here for a reason? Is our five-minute friendship a sign from the universe? Is this existentialism personified? Are you a metaphor but one too blurry and unclear to decipher? tell me, friend, you there, holding me close in front of the bathroom mirror, how did we get here? these clothes don't fit well, the makeup feels heavy the drinks get me worried i can't find my house keys why did i try so hard to end up unhappy? tell me stranger my glimmer of something to hold onto to make this all worthwhile before you go back out tell me why are you leaving me forever you were supposed to make this bad songs and strobe lights make sense why did you suddenly eternally disappear

That is my window. Just now  I have so softly wakened.  I thought that I would float.  How far does my life reach,  and where does the night begin  I could think that everything  was still me all around;  transparent like a crystal's  depths, darkened, mute.  I could keep even the stars  within me; so immense  my heart seems to me; so willingly  it let him go again.  whom I began perhaps to love, perhaps to hold.  Like something strange, undreamt-of,  my fate now gazes at me.  For what, then, am I stretched out  beneath this endlessness,  exuding fragrance like a meadow,  swayed this way and that,  calling out and frightened  that someone will hear the call,  and destined to disappear  inside some other life.

Sweet moment, stay with me,  and pray do not flee so soon,  Let me enjoy the bliss of that  first kiss beneath the moon.  I wish to cradle this feeling,  that has only just been found,  A feeling that has unexpectedly  turned my world around.  Do not depart, Oh please remain  within my heart awhile,  So that I can savour you once more,  and hold you in my smile.

I want you to know  one thing.  You know how this is:  if I look  at the crystal moon, at the red branch  of the slow autumn at my window,  if I touch  near the fire  the impalpable ash  or the wrinkled body of the log,  everything carries me to you,  as if everything that exists,  aromas, light, metals,  were little boats  that sail  toward those isles of yours that wait for me.  Well, now,  if little by little you stop loving me  I shall stop loving you little by little.  If suddenly  you forget me  do not look for me,  for I shall already have forgotten you.  If you think it long and mad,  the wind of banners  that passes through my life,  and you decide  to leave me at the shore  of the heart where I have roots,  remember  that on that day,  at that hour,  I shall lift my arms  and my roo...

Free fall down into the unknown give you my heart and relinquish my soul it's best for what life shall bestow so I take a big step in the unknown Never look back, for this is the choice don't question myself, and keep my mind poised take a look up, thank god and rejoice because the truth is, I know I made the right choice So I follow the path and forget the past this devotion and emotion, I'll make sure it lasts with passion so wide and a love so vast pain and sadness will be things of the past

And she writes in darkness,darkness of not her room but her life. All she hear is silence that she can't share it with anyone . Deep inside, this silence haunts her  , this is not just a silence but a entire human with an armour ,she tries to hide under her blanket her sheet  her pillow she even tries to close her eyes so that he can't see her , but she forgets it's her eyes that are shut . she tries to run ,she won't give it that easy .After all she's an all time fighter . ..she's still struggling . She doesn't need any light, but to hear this silence ,she has to learn to hear her own silence ...that Knight from whom she's hiding never came to hurt her but to warn her to hear this silence unless it becomes too late for her to understand and not to look for  'Voices' they are more haunting . You can overcome darkness but not light. I wish there was a knight who could capture this light .

She laid her heavy heart           down a billow                 of ebbing           bliss as her rippling breath         stranded her         over  dreamy shores, where prince charming             never crossed       the sea, the little mermaid             never hit        the land and she never lived                 their fairy-tale ...

If I could be a real poet.  I would hope to be heard past extinction.  History can be forgotten and time misunderstood lost in the meanings.  If I could be a real help,  then let my smile be universal  in it's travels.  We are words translated into different ways,  yet the flowers after like stars blooming memories become evidence in the candles glow, and breathe in the scene for death is an issue of us all.  If I could be a real poet.  I would hope to be heard past extinction.  History can forget you  and  death shows us we all the same color  so lay down the world's issued schemes to enjoy the true meaning of what's in front of you, life.  If I were a real poet maybe you could understand why.

 swear I can still remember my steps as I closed in on an unclear future, my  footsteps accompanied by the raging dance between roses and dark-grey thorns and  green vines. As the sun dawned, I cleared the clutter from my head, only choosing to hear words that brought out the love I hid, in my head, I pictured the birth of new skulls and imagined bullets penetrating me from every side,  as I chanced upon the border of love and a forest of wild berries and smog,  I chose to release the built up smoke. I swear I can still remember my rasping as I shut my eyes to a future I was scared of, my footsteps accompanied by a man who looked like an older me, he grinned and gave me a black lotus along with red and orange feathers, in the relentless rain. The sun’s rays touched my cold heart,  various coloured flowers flowered within my depths, overtime the colours fused and formed a colour that resembled a deep shade of purple, my best friend, ...

You lay with the window open wide, the curtains licking the air. Two bodies merged as one, entwined in limbs, sweat and wind, bedraggled breaths roll from your throat.   I watch as you press your pink fleshy lips to his. Your head dipping habitually to where his hand rests on your shoulder. The smile spreads slowly across your face as he strokes your cheek with an outstretched forefinger. You take it in your mouth, as though it were a stick of rock. Sweet as honey, as sweet as the grin that emblazons your face.   A lone strand of hair sticks to your glistening forehead. He moves it with a stroke of his hand, as though this small act of love were nothing to him. Your eyes widen as you press your body against his, biting your lower lip, as if this ecstasy were about to make you burst.   He looks away, the wind blowing through his hair; Mr Cool.

remember how the delicate fabric traced the edges of my skin how your fingers followed the steams as they stitches through the cotton layers the way your eyes gleamed into mine  and my heart beat for the tender embrace that came with your kiss your lips met mine with a rough touch and my mind took an unsettling seat  my heart in the moment, my mind lost in your beating chest the world took a seat as our bodies and minds collided into eachother and while everything else faded into the backdrop our bodies settled onto your sheets   sitting alone in my bed, the fan blowing against my skin i remember the rush of your breath on my cheek as we layed there entangled in eachother the body heat the only thing between us.    now between us lies everything that once held us together a void has formed between our lips and her beauty between our minds   i still remember the enseparable bond that stitches us together like two pieces of cloth now the s...

That smile,  Runs deeper when you place  your trembling hands in  mine. All while,  our eyes catch fire watch- ing what is left behind. Twilight, a final misconception  of the Sun and time. Cradle my Humility- Stitch up my Fragility- Shake up all that's still in thee- As you're lying here with me.

She was too desperate.  I'd say. Losing her self, Again and again, Trying to find That one true love that'll stay. Plunging into the waters to cool,  Trying to pamper a heated soul. Sadly drowning each time, Ending with lemon and lime.  Maybe. One day. I hope she'll see.  All this fear and rushing into things will stop.  Unlike me. Unlike me.

Words, words, words, words, words A never ending cycle of words I’ve always believed in self-expression But at what point does it become desperation Clutching at the words like they’re a runaway kite Breathless, chasing, what do you hope to achieve? What about silence, Does it not say more than words ever can.

So, this is what it's come to, my dear? Is this what you want-- more hurt to top what's there? You long for the boy, I know. Do you really want him, though, to take your soul along with your confidence, to leave in its place a new, irreversible circumstance? Do you think the latter is  wherein lies the bond, or do you not care where the bond lies? You must feel it's the closest to love for you, his ravaging you--that it would somehow work for you. Perhaps, you think, if you ire him enough, if you push him to the precipice, eventually, he'd take what he wouldn't before. He'd leave you his touch-- destructive and painful, but a touch nonetheless. Desperation has caused you to see tragedy as a solution-- the rape, then the baby, would fill the void. He'd hurt me,  you'd think, but at least I would feel him. At least I'd have part of him. I'd have a chance. Better than none...right?... You want a bond, I get it. Abuse ...