Enigma of the Cloud-Ridden Sky
As the rain begins
I feel happines once more;
Sorrow, washed away.
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I’ve cried enough tears
To last my own life-time
In the oppressive silence of the night.
Crimson drops flowing in agony,
Over hurt caused by the heart.
Reminiscences I would rather forget
Reincarnated before my very eyes.
‘Remember me?’ she cawed in temptation
Revelry died.
Don’t get me wrong, for I loved her
And still now burgeoning within,
Cherubs sing their coloratua
And the devil taunts through darkness.
I brace myself as I enter the inferno
And work my way through the circles
Untill I stumble across a shinigami
Who eats the forbidden fruit.
The tables have turned,
Temptation has run riot
As tumultuously as the ebbing tide.
Something turned out quite wrong
Because it was my heart that died.
N.B. The forbidden fruit is not for our consumption
Inevitably leading to our destruction.
Forging of Steel Hearts
Lying here in darkness,
Staring into infinite depths
Of endless parallels.
Places which connect in narcotic majesty.
Neural implantations of memories pure,
Where lonliness has no bearing
While those who have been lost
Are found once more.
A feeling of wholeness
And sense of being:
What more is needed to form humanity?
Love and honour; the innocent man’s soul.
Feelings of regret mingle
With that of joy while,
Longing for redemption
I see the faces of all my friends
And steel myself,
For trials ahead.
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Innominatam (Nameless)
Darkness all encompasing,
With the sun hiding behind an urban leviathan:
Monstruous citys of granite and stone-
Spring seems but a far flung myth
in this world of perpetual frost.
No matter what happens during daylight,
Another world belongs to the night.
Culminating hopes, dreams and doubts
Personified by erroneous indifference.
Hugging the world in eternal unknown
While planting the sapping seeds of apprehension
Into the minds of Eva Smith and Willy Loman.
The dreams of men,
The seed of commonwealths,
The germs of empires.
Corruption lies within, the Cimmerian hearts
Of those men of dreams.
Maybe I speculate too much
But in this ‘modern’ society
The truth counts for nothing
Neither loyalty, kindness nor benevolence.
In todays world we answer only to
The greed and gluttony of our primal hearts.
An Ode to Happiness Via a Day-Dream of You
I looked out this morning
At the brightest of days
Still possessing that Scottish spring chill.
I gazed at the sky,
And the infinity it portrays.
My heart skipped a beat,
At the beauty burgeoning around.
The happiness of contemptment,
Following me like a faithful hound.
Suddenly all I pictured was you.
That rueful smile, your iconic personality,
Those deep empathetic eyes.
A field so empty bathed in the summer sun.
A grand oak placed in the centre.
We walked and ran, talking about everything
Traversing this dream-field.
We sat underneath the sprawling branches of the tree,
Hand in hand.
As I plucked up the courage to make my move:
I leaned in, and softly kissed your lips.
And as I dream of this scene,
And you sitting in those skinny jeans,
I don’t fill up with regret,
But gaze off into the sunset.
Hand in hand until the worlds end.
Anonymous asked: your poetry rocks my socks! you should write more x3
Why thank you random stranger! It’s nice to get some compliments for once! I’m gonna keep writing till there be no more socks to rock! Thankies ^_^
