You said; “Love is young and we should
Only take it by the heartbeat.”
Us? that shall not happen nor bitter or sweet.
This path crossed by two-way street.
How could I ever trust thou pleat?
Free I will be, take my veins for you to see on repeat!
Uncover our lost heat. you said; “take my seat”
Love is what I do not need, because we are incomplete!
Let’s pretend I was walking down the lane of fire. feeling the restless, heating and precious desire.
Let’s pretend that I was willing to jump, to scream, to fall and to rise prior.
Let’s pretend I was willing to take that imperfect path to the future to inspire.
Let’s pretend there was no gun, no pain and no attached wire.
Was I the only person that believed in the mystery, or was I the seduced one? to be the one that has none is shredding your tears into your own loaded gun. Let me shoot;”let me kill”. Let me go for the one I will, my dear son. It all began when time was right and she won.
With the tip of my tongue I say; “I haven’t lost myself in years”, but yet I asked god for forgiveness in tears. I was ready……ready to kill my fears. Nothing can take me away from my music of the spheres.
With the tip of my tongue I say; “Though I shall run to the underworld and defeat that ever can be hurled”. Never lost nor never won, and for I shall be done. I will hurl that handgun and never lose my hope as number one.
The truth is; I’m speechless and taken away,
All I have given was gone in a way.
Knock me down and promise me today; “For I am
Empty hearted, my soul sleeps restless to pray. “
My name written down and forgotten by heart. “Have you
Ever felt like you didn’t belong?” To be inside, to be a part?
Home is where I’m safe, home is my world view,
Once we took a chance to fall we can only rise through.
Milady, it was you who withdrew.
Even I knew we had nothing to look up to.
Asking for forgiveness in my heart, breaking every thorn on every rose and feeling regret in my fingers. I am awake, afraid and terrified while my whole body lingers! My father, let me do what I can’t sin! For thou I shall open my eyes thin, as the flower that blooms for the Jinn. Softly feeling the wind touching my skin. I was defined by every little hope I had in faith. Night time, I close my eyes. Dark memories pop in my mind. the sky dark with stars to shine, in search, for my path to find. Going under the wind, rebirth, I set loose every tear. Walls kept me locked down, my dear!
They say time is relative and even the smallest element could impact the brain of an elephant. The moment when you light up a cigarette while holding a glass of whisky on the rocks, and decide to raise the bar for where ever you go and ever will be you will hear the clocks. Our presence is here and now, but even than we feel the future somehow. So, what is time if we even don’t know where we kiss. Is that even something that we will miss? And, did you ever have that feeling when time stopped; even just for a second? “there is no heaven, my dear peasant. That is what I reckon while holding a weapon”. And that is when my jaw just dropped. We are more likely to be confused about the things that we believe than about the things we grieve. We don’t just use art to verbalize our reality nor our real truth, but we also use it to expose our youth. so don’t let time be irrelevant. do you remember that elephant?
“I walk”, while I see my soul passing through,
You dance, while you skip my love to sew.
“I sit”, waiting for you to touch my soul,
You jump, waiting for you to gain control.
“I unite”, while my soul breaks at night,
You run, faster during daylight.
“I wait”, for our souls to be stronger,
You left, you and I are no longer!
You told me to walk away from everything we have seen. The sky has been clear, while I Sit, reaching out for you, my queen. We will “unite” that’s what you said; “don’t make a scene”. I promised I would wait, but I have been.
In my mind counting down. 10, Asking myself; “Am I alright?”
No lost battles at night. 9… The “truth”
Takes my soul away from daylight, 8… I shoot myself while
Running towards my own symphony at 7 from eyesight.
Obey my command; “for I’m almost halfway”. 6… killing my
Very existence. 5… For I am losing this fight!
“Erudite”, this is what keeps me standing for my right, 4
Rules is what I need for us to reunite. 3…
Take me away and let me shine bright. 2… 1
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- Cats or dogs (or both)? I’m a Dog person!
- What makes you unique? That’s a hard one. I think I would say; I’m always cheerful.
- What’s your preferred method of transportation? depends where i’m going. for short distance i love to walk, lately I have been digging riding my bike as well. even for the long distance, but for the longer distance I like to take my motorcycle!
- What’s your favorite zoo animal? cheetahs!
- What is the last book you read or are currently reading? I’m currently reading “Stephen King’s; The Institute”
- What time do you wake up in the morning? If I have to work 07:00 (am) and on my days off 08:00 (am)
- What’s your favorite genre of story? I would say Drama
- What do you do in 5 Years?
- Reading or writing, what do you love more?
- Fiction or non-fiction? (or both)
- Your all time favorite book?
- Tv-shows or Movies?
- What’s your daily routine?
- Your guilty pleasure?
- Dessert Flower
- Sui Generis
If nothing was able to kill your mood and you had the power to do whatever you execute, how dizzy would you be if you reached your altitude? As it wasn’t a man’s choice, nor woman, to misconstrue the devil’s food! through the way of life we have desired humans skin. Bare naked, all open and nude from the begin. We were free to think; no scenarios were written on our sin. As our eyes open all wide, we, the men, consumed our wanderlust. Our gift has been hidden like gold dust, until then we have to find our trust. “We age like rust.” Have you ever woken up in the morning and be longing for that bonding? It’s like life isn’t a reality, but more like a fantasy. We choose to ignore the facts, that we can’t handle our perspective acts. until we collapse we will keep on building our cracks.