The eyes sees the pink the blossoms gave And reds that can never fade Yet we churn this with love I demand of you- Lord, why me Why of all the beings that ever lived? Give me the brightest of minds And the strongest of souls The shimers that shine darker than any one And … Continue reading The ripes of all unliving
Sworn by the enclosed butterfly situated at the heart We knew that this time could never be ours Words stitched like silk and poems Created once and gone forever. He turned himself a furious leader And made hundreds his kins' prisoners Won atleast by the rotten word Sent by saints that is never forgotten. I … Continue reading The song of the Queen
I create the disturbance; lay all your burdens It's my time to move as time is not my own This is my requiem, bring some peace I see it as I am buried.
Eyes like the defender And hands like a raven, It was bare nature Killed by its own.
I thought my early days were fawner Hazed by forgotten and numbered days I had one pen, one voice and different minds to keep up with Yet I couldn't keep up with my own. It began in the brighter days When my days weren't bright at all I saw lines as vividly as I can … Continue reading Just a tourist
Speaks the rotten truth in woven verse belittles the way that they have come wrath reaches the path he took and tears rose like the unasked root. They had a rose, a thyme and a poet to match for they had worse than anything else possibly you or the dark.
Never be an element of reality It hurts people They can't see the neutrals I don't know what they would do when they encounter chaotics. I come off in the shades of green Carrying a red umbrella Revealing the inside bleak. I shadow the broken, the depth and the unsolved And pitch the unwoven puzzles … Continue reading Residue