All you think of is your comfort and your despair In universal beauty your decadence you shareAmidst a circular rainbow crackles a fire A Nebraska Sky Disk in possession of a liarIt's easy to be omniscient when you've seen it all before Easier to die when you've lived through a plight no more Chaos is …
A nerve-wracking interview with the highest sakes. Filled with nervous excitement, a bid to impress and the pressure to not screw-up, I and my glorious interviewers came up with a brilliant solution. Poetry.
The imperial empress penned poems on sliding doorsThe gulf of grief that refused to swallow herNow let the stream of life sweep her onStealing the glamour from all impending dusks and dawns On a quest for her spent soul in a crumbling palace of jadeResisting the urges for picturesque scenarios to fadeTreading in the royal …
Flying over the no time zone Floating over altitudes high Swarmed by the endless clouds I see the shipwrecks in the sky
Gliding soundlessly through the bleak nightThe haunted souls were weary of the lightsTheir days were wakeful with the plightsTheir nights sleepless with these barefoot strides A beautiful oak with crumbling leavesHad just begun shedding it's mightReminiscing passions that were bound to grieveIt rooted strongly for those benign delights In this lane abundant with streetlightIt gave …
With a rapture akin to fear, a day becomes longer than a year.
I don't know the genres of musicBut I hear the untouched dew drops fallMaybe I even hear your fate giving a distant callIf you can't desert a referenceCall it a love harsher than indifference If all you remember is painThen you were destined to partBut if the rippling rain on the lake makes you insaneThen …
I remember you once kissed me on tiptoeMaybe that's the reason you couldn't stand firm and had to let goWe were the same species fully grownExhibitng our crown shyness that kept us alone Now our spectacular display of coloursComes from our internal cracksLike magnificent feldspar mineralsWithout the literal facts We no longer make up more …
The smoke curling up the screenFlat against the surface sheen I prop my elbows on the stoolResting my face in my handsTo watch the great blaze like a foolWho smiles softly as the ashes land Realising reality makes it less realIdolizing it makes it even less ideal I wonder if the rain looked alike ten …
A sale in souls went badCompensated by the breaths they had They saw that cold fire glowBut they didn't feel the warmth just the snowToo close would be to burnToo distant would be to yearn A border is where that comfort is bornNeither indifference; nor understandingFloating gently and not harsh landing I shut my eyes …
Certainly Doubtful 