In December,
My eyes painted you on a moon rise;
Your rapturous form
Opaque in the night's luminosity,
Bones of exquisite honey.
Fixated on celestial dust
Lining ebony velvet skies,
Stars blossom; night lanterns
Light skylines of promise.
Your familiar voice welds
With seraphic carols, and I
Remain rapt in your flushed eyes,
In matrimony with my own.
Gunshots in our heaven tonight;
A paroxysm of light slices through
Crimson heartstrings and ebony skies-
Bursts of neon shimmer and there is
Rebirth in our caressed, volatile entities.
Grand clocks chime nightly melodies and
Subdue us as we drown in celestial infinity
And a private concoction of time on hold-
As we breathe in the stars and smiles spread;
Our hearts are winged and aching to take flight.
Fingers intertwined in prayer in the midst of
The December cold air; eyes undressed as I
Lean on marble and blow a gentle kiss
Through inches unknown and winds biting,
In hopes it will reach you by sunrise.
"Can't you feel our h
You walked into my mid-winter reverie and stunned even the stars, till they fell into the grasp of my yearning hand. With your nectarous lips, you saturate me in a fume of a million wistful sighs. Oh it is an enticing perfume of epitomised grace and beauty, of which lingers on my window pane in the midst of a lonesome night. You paint colour onto the crackling black & white dream- you give me the most gorgeous sleep. And you are my morning glory, till it's witching hour once again.
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the essence of demise
Wrap me up in winter's solace and I'll pray against the mighty winds, for tides of soulful rest and sighs of a dreary body comforted by a desired slumber. In silence, we kneel amongst funereal music just a tad too loud, and the sexy saxophone no longer an aphrodisiac. This time, the rain beats down to wash our sins away, and the melody of the orient meets west is only a distraction to the goodbye that has to be made. Clothed in somber ivory and shades of midnight, children are slapped with the sight of a victim of nature's worst enemy- the element of eternal rest. An image too brutal for young eyes, it hauls desperate cries as their little he
Breathing in the sigh of midnight at rest,
And feeling the heightened rise in passion,
The waft of serenity bathed in faultless love-
A sweet nectar which skirts around softening
Flesh; of you and i pulsating and molding
Into one.
(i love you)
Romancing relentlessly as the clock becomes
A foe; murmuring promises as the hands dance-
Their reckless race to the finish line of today,
In malevolent rivalry to our common desire,
Dissecting a consummated, entangled heartbeat;
Into two.
(i love you)
Oh darling, watch the wicked stars before you
Close your pretty eyes in memory of tonight.
Breathe with me in this air of darkened grace,
Whisper once, and i assure you i will hear the lonely sound, past restless sighs only sadness generates. And in a throng of blurred nugatory visions, only a sound falling off the edge of your lip could sneak its way into the cove of my ear. For the gentlest breath from your beautiful lips is fuel to my fire; your soul is magnetic to mine, like a moth to a flame. Oh breathe that delicate sigh, murmur a word to put my soul at ease. Let the whispers trail promises and dreams on my skin, as my mind runs fingers down your face to memorise the landscapes of this angel i can finally call my own. I could capture your essence in a single blink; striki
When I wake up my eyes are red, and my nightmares are reformed into a twisted reality in the dawn of war. We live to fight and fight to live because our hearts beat rythmically to the drums of battle. People say my brain is infected by devils, I breathe the scent of death and my personality reflects the carnage that I've grown to know as life. Even though they're dead, I still live with my comrades, for I am a legendary ghost on the battlegrounds. You cannot see me... my aura is too dark to be illuminated by night vision, my blood is too cold for you to pick up on any thermal sight. Bullets cannot pierce my pride, and no explosive known to ma
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the art of submission
Sacrificing chastity became not a choice;
Over-rated, this forceful pleasure i could
Never understand. The complication when i
Was forced to kneel and abide your rules,
Blemished the firm belief i grasped on to-
That brutal domination was not part of you.
You relished my silent kitten whimpers as you,
Whipped me with shocking revelations and
Lies i know nought of; but the tremors of
Your merciless footsteps and steaming breath
Licked my skin with soulful damnation, but i
Am just a mere name-called girl- powerless.
So you wrapped me up in your bondage play,
Defenceless, i collapsed as you lingered
Your wrath past my neck; and bit
You clouded my october sky; don't deny that you wrecked innocent clouds with your malevolent nature and rained down on me as i lay exhausted on gravel roads. And some days, the bus stop down the street calls out to me, and i swear i see waning images of two in love. In silence, i watch as the world passes me by, and in my mind i see my name written on a dark theatre wall, with a cruel slash carved by your own bare hands. You say my beauty has faded; but at least it hasn't died like yours.
And perhaps one day, i'll finally believe my heart, which so loudly screams that you're still the same deep down. But right now, i shake my head sadly at t
A familiar stranger spoke in sincerity
Three short syllables of a complete tale.
Empowered by charm, and beauty incessant;
Infectious influence dominated my soul.
In her palm she held the key to chaos
And wrecked civilisation with such grace-
Left breathless i was, upon watching
Her extreme knack for emotional bedlam.
But;
I have built an army to rival yours and,
Tonight, i lust for the coveting taste of
Bringing annihilation right to your heart,
Like how you enticingly made me fall-
In love with you.
they say one can witness
another's soul in their eyes,
the honesty in a smile,
love that plagues the heart.
alas, the optomist might be satisfied with such a conclusion
but this antagonist is not.
i believe there must be
another stance to be defended
with jealousy reflected
through misty green spectrums,
lies in hypocritical grins,
hatred boiling through veins that in the end empty into the heart.
utopia is merely a paradox
of hopes and unexaplained reality;
good does not always conquer
because when it reigns...
it pours.
without evil
there is no such perfection.
the worst foe lies within ones self
when
Everything seemed so picture-perfect when it all started
I should of known that you were so cold-hearted
All the lies, it just seemed so fake
And yet you seemed so blissful when we parted
You were just a fake!
It's just the principle
You always seemed to think you were invincible
Invisible to all my pain and anguish that you caused
My life just seemed to paused
I thought it was the end!
Reflecting on all the insults you delt
I can't express all the pain I felt
Eating me up on the inside
I couldn't find no place, no sanctuary for me to hide,
When I needed you the most, you just pushed me aside
You only cared about
it's hard to remember, it's hard to remember
we're alive for the first time
it's hard to remember, we're alive for the last time
it's hard to remember, it's hard to remember
to live before you die
that our lives are such a short time
it's hard to remember, it's hard to remember
when it takes such a long time...
everyone's afraid of their own lives
if you could be anything you want
I bet you'd be disappointed, am I right?
broken thoughts - DEATH by 50thousandtears, literature
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broken thoughts - DEATH
DEATH
when the first living thing existed, i was there waiting
when the last thing living dies, my job will be finished
ill put the chairs on the table, turn out the lights, and lock the universe behind me as i leave.
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hard way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you where to run you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way but you're older
Shorter of breath and one
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bt - bound and twisted
BOUND AND TWISTED
I am a calm, peaceful person
But my skin itches
There is something inside this human flesh
Bound and twisted by it
That wants OUT
Writhing, changing emotion
Become one entity...ME.
I HUNGER.
Monotones of shattered hearts and tears
Play consistently in my weakening mind
And the tales of apologies well up
But difficulty of speech overtakes me.
My tormented silence fails to speak
And as i will it to, my heart fights
The urge to fall into desperation and failure
For i am unable to disclose my secret apology.
& there's a wish that i could bleed my pride
I fail; but the profuse bleeding inside
Is enough for the heart-shaped box containing
My soul which pleads sorry for the pain i caused.
Consummation of alphabets bled from dictionaries
& thesarus-filled thoughts which dream of colour,
Taint her crestfallen self; but no one reads
The newspaper print of truth in her eyes.
The kisses planted on her cheek are of
Razorblades that seep and purge crimson wine
Aged beverage that none attempt to consume
The belief that her soul endulges in poison.
Her insanity is perceived after they inject her
With a morphine of resolute & hate
But they forget the little girl who cried
Glassy jewels they deem too few. Now.
None can comprehend the infatuation that followed a fall
The lust for metallic red splattered on her knees & arms
S
Verbal verses lay sleeping on her tongue,
Moistened down into a silent serenade.
Audible silence echo off the canyon of her pout,
Lashing out onto manufactured tree juices.
Crimson blood spat; ink from her soul
Penetrates tissue-thin crumpled paper
Tells the secrets of melancholy & euphoria,
Potpurri of senses, medley of tears & bliss.
Dancing alphabets finally breathe and rest
Halt to form lanterns of unspoken words
Freak accident of inspiration injures itself
And lays spouting metallic red on parchment.
A hypnotic moonlight sonata flirts with
The still air that suffocates my senses
And dances upon the edge of the swings
& see-saws that i perched on a time before
My own laughter so exquisitely intoxicating
Drunkens myself as the blade insistently grabs my hand
And then my kindergarten cheers of joy
Slowly kisses me and i unknowingly..Smile.
As my hands grasp the chains of the swing
I lower me down into a state of euphoria
I am speechless; my heart in absolute bliss.
So i pray to you, my playground bliss
Whisk me away on the bloody stags of the carousel.
SCREAM.
I had to get a new da account because someone hacked my school one. it's permanently unfixable. Just thought I'd let you know the change. I"m glad I joined da and met people like you and many others. Have a great day and night. And I never did find out who hacked up my account. but I assure you it's never going to be usuable. I tried submitting poetry on it and my cpu crashed. I couldn't view my journals or anything. I am being very serious about this all. I hate hackers that do this. I hope the hacker gets caught and is taught a lesson. Luckily I have tons of nicknames. Otherwise I would of permanently had to say goodbye to everyone on da. THat would suck so much. Because I'd miss you all. This is your friend Dan. Please add me to your da watch ok