A surreal dreams proved unreal,
Had words in breath flow easily,
The story of an unrequited yearning,
Of love , of perfection.
How beautiful a lily is in a pond,
with a sunset in the horizon,
For its mother, runs a flawless course.
Bits of words, sentences bounded,
Would forever hold a secret,
In silence, to you.
Of all the scars upon you, let me carve a few between them,
Shed a few more tears, churning those hopes away,
Among the heart rubble, break it a few times more,
May from the ashes, the completeness you yearn comes alive.
see the flock coming in late afternoon ,
settling warmly as my heart think of you,
chirping songs of goodbye as they slumber,
as though waving on to my loneliness,
with a gentle nod i was away,
remembering you in a place without time,
swirl of swan , like a constant pace thinking,
swaying through the ripple of the pond,
swimming into the sunset,
flying to those cosy nest,
as more and more i drift away,
from the very memory of you.
how would one define expression,
if expression is motionless,
there , yet never truly shown
had we known how,
man wouldn't be so stupid,
to just sit and stare
had we spoken,
we wouldn't be in misery,
curling in loneliness,
staring right into emptiness
but for now goodbye,
for this small, stupid man,
couldn't find a definition,
for a simple thing such as beauty.
you should have said it,
then and there,
straight to my face,
but you didn't
i wouldn't have cared
graciously, rudely,
i would have sucked it up,
but you just didn't
come what may,
consequences, i'll face them
it's the truth i want
but you won't
so now,
it's sad to do this,
but let me say this,
goodbye, sorry,
and let's never talk again.
come dance a ballad dance,
dance with me if you will,
we could trot this world together,
and lay down this bed of roses
plant these seed of love,
blow these hope petal,
bask in the glimmering ray,
breathe in air of freedom
fear not my child,
let me hold you through the night,
let their anger past you by,
so that someday soon,
all that's left is love in the air,
love in the air.
Like the constellation,
You're my Cassiopeia,
Those little dots in the sky,
Telling tale of mixed emotion.
Brimming with light,
You're my North Star,
Guiding helpless soul,
Like i used to be.
Bright and alive,
With your own stories,
How I'd love to pick you from the sky,
If only distance were near.
My reason to love you are too clichéd. Really. I don't know what other words that ever existed to best describe you which haven't been used by a man to express love to a woman.
Expressing love is hard I know, but I didn't expect it to be this hard considering what I wanted to say. That's why I'm just going to say it in the truest form of expression ever.
I love you.
I always had a wish
I wish for many things
I wish I would find someone true
I wish that that person would come
That you would come
I always had a wish
I wish for many things
I wish that someone would speak soothing words to my ear
I wish she would like me
For whom I am
I always had a wish
I wish for many things
I wish I had met you sooner
I wish we would stay together
But fate wasn't too kind
I always had a wish
I wish for many things
I wish I could always see your words
I wish you could whisper it in my ears
Even when I am sleeping
I always had a wish
I wish for many things
I wish that you'd be happy
I wish that
Have you ever heard an acoustic music being played?
And listen to it?
And with it you could almost imagine the serenity,
The sweetness,
And the lovely lace of the rhythm
I wish you was there when I heard it
I truly miss you
And away I go to deep slumber land
Except I feel so cold, lost and lonely since you are nowhere to be found
And thus ending the lovely music with tears
But still the music keeps on playing
Hoping that someday
You might come and rescue me from all this emptiness
And still the music keep on playing.
I've seen the new moon
I've seen the new stars
But not you
Oh how this little heart ache every time I think of you
Oh how I long to be in your grace once again
And feel the warmth of your sweet smile
The only smile that I long
The only smile that I love
All this time
I stood as I ponder
Viewing the horizon with red eyes
My life with you
One more moment
Filled with your laughter
I sit as I ponder
The sand circled with my finger
As vision of you emerge
One by one
Reminding the sad tale
I lie as I ponder
My eyes closed, my mind wander
And maybe, just maybe
When I open my eyes
You'll be back beside me
Again
Look at me, please
And see all that I am
Even when the distance blurs
Gaze seeps down your heart
Look at me, please
And notice I'm looking at you
I've seen so many
Yet you have seen none
Look at me, please
And look deeper
For in this silent gaze
Lies a love so deep
Look at me, please
Please dear,
'Cause I have been looking at you
All my life
In her mind solitude
Staring at the blue moon
If not soul, if not warmth
She long for gratitude
Through rain through snow
Silent gaze from the room
Moment pass, time flows
Only little that she knows
Hope for solace
In warm embrace
Of laughter and tears
An empty space
Rock the chair as one would
Stand no more she could
Eyes closed, breath stopped
Walk now in garden of God.
He sometimes thinks about the old days. When life was simple, when emotion was abundant. He remembered well how simple his life as a child was. When he got back from school, he would only need to throw down his bag and go strolling along the creek. He would climb the trees and run down the hill. Diving into the cold water in the stream or slide down the waterfall. Flowers were everywhere, in different color and different smell. A bud or two of those flowers would bring a smile on his loved ones faces. He loved to ride his bike. Though he hated the ride uphill, the rollercoaster ride downhill was one of the joyous moments of his life. When the
A kiss. That's all it takes it takes for me to fall deeply in love with you. I don't really have to fall in love in the first place since I'm always crazy in love with you. How I knew it doesn't matter. It's like that old Savage Garden song verse, "I knew I love before I meet you." I am and it's true. From the moment I saw you to that defining moment when we kiss, I knew that I was waiting for you all along. In that moment itself is what makes all the wait, all the loneliness worthwhile. A kiss.
Your kiss.
I always thought our goodbye was incomplete. If I could put in my words, maybe you wouldn't have left, maybe you wouldn't have gone away. Lost, and nowhere to be found.
Dear, if I could squeeze my words in that silent goodbye, here it is.
"Dear"
"Yes sweetheart"
"I'm going tomorrow"
"Please don't"
"Anyway..."
"…"
"Before I go"
"Please don't"
"I just want to wish best of luck"
"What good will it does?"
"Always do your best"
" How?"
"And ... just be yourself ... don't think about others too much okay?"
"Sweetie …"
"I pray that ... you'll get what you truly want … and be happy with it"
"All that want is you"
"Of course oth
Click.
I don't know really know how to tell this, but I guess I have to do it anyway. That's it. I hate you! I really do. I don't know why but I do. Strange enough, I just started to hate you. Never before I think I could look away more over hate you. I hate you! I just hate you so much!
Click.
People say that emotion is endless. It can conjure up many things but for now. All my emotion has come down to hating you. I don't know why and don't even ask me why. How could someone hate someone very dear to them? The one person that manages to toy with his dreams at night, that give him a sweet daydream. I hate this. I hate this hate so much.
C
gypsies in their
mobile homes with satellite
t.v. stop on the side of the road
to exhume accordion bones and bury
the succulent skeletal fish I
was married off at fourteen now
a widow wasting petrol we are
the source of heat in summer winter
will dance on plastic heels on the
news last thursday evening a hop-
skotch blurry white man said "you
are free
economy
billions and barrels of melancholy
say yes young snappers we will
be like christmas lights united on
a string"
the tambourine wheel clattered kilometers are nasty but
statues are the worst my tired bones my limestone fingers
coughcrumble on glossies and newspapers shou
A full moon of tea swims like maple syrup at the cracked bottom of my flowery mug. I raise the cup to toast myself, and it leaves a brown eclipse in it's wake. The taste of sugar and caffeine leave a hole in my mouth, as I swirl the smelly sauce around in the
ceramic peephole.
You know,
The dregs of T.E.A are just like mistakes.
They slosh around in the bottom of your head until you are brave enough to slurp them.~
-
goodbye, darling
goodbye, dear.
goodbye, darling.
you are not all that i knew
but most
and i can't be happy now.
not with trips (abroad);
with (designer) drugs;
with long walks without;
though i take them.
i abandon trees;
embrace autumn,
when slightest wind leaves branches bare of leaves.
my anger with the setting sun:
because you will leave and have left
nothing of what you had
in your heart.
in your head;
in your hands;
on your lips was some trace of me
some salt from when we kissed those nights into mornings into days
into nights
The Memory of the Dance by valkyrie-vampire, literature
Literature
The Memory of the Dance
In the solitude of the night dance,
framed against the whine of the
motorcycle at midnight, the
pen and rod settling by the cored
apples, comes the memory. Each
pearl, each thought, each image
of the carpeted floor, the precise
marks of your teeth. Lips embrace,
mouth suckles its pale target. In
the end we lie on the floor and
listen to the pipes churn. In the end
we giggle and pull each other up.
We still smell each other in our
hair, grasp desperately at each
other's hands. We will never be
full enough.
[What the stars tossed, salt-casual, onto the not-black of the not-night suggest could be love, but I can't read them.]
This is not a love poem,
not-love, a not-love poem.
Falling waist deep into February
stomping the signatures of lost years
in footprints on the pristine present-
this, not-night has become electric
with memories smashing through
the thin ice of teenage alchemy,
charged, with the possibility of
heartache,
frostbite,
or even
the loose pages
of our open book
flap coolly
in some sort of wind
that comes from a somewhere
unknown to me,
perhaps
from the ocean
i scrawl our story
in black and red ink
[never blue]
over the gentle lumps
of inconsistancy
woven into the sheets
of thick rice paper
they were crafted
between the soft fingers
of beautiful girls
with pale skin
and black hair
that flows in the wind
as they laugh
and watch the pacific
eat up the japanese shore
and it is beautiful
but i sigh,
i sigh because i know
that it is not the truth
there is no breeze
and there are no
laughing girls
stringing our love together
among off-white
Today I will think of you, and remember all the things you taught me,
every little thing.
How to hate and how to love, and when to masquerade.
How to give and how to take, and knowing when it 's enough.
How to laugh, how to cry, and how to wonder why.
How to look and how to learn, and how to say goodbye.
How to wish and how to dream, and when it doesn't mean a thing,
How to hurt and how to heal, and knowing when to try.
Today I will think of you, and I will remember -
and I will miss you.
Refills 50¢
As the pen touches the page
Absolutely nothing pours out
Not even a slow bleeding trail
of emotion
Or a scattering inkling
Of any sort of imagination
Why?
Am I depriving myself of
Noxious drugs
To stumble off of
…Or…
Needless addictions
Of Caffeine
And all convulsions attributed
…With and without?
Nothing
Absolutely
Nothing
Shaking, stu
Once again I am pinned
To my cruel closet nature
Telling me what I can do
As my pants fall to the floor
Hear me now
As a voice calls within
Breaking us down
The cold hits the ground
See my face in the mirror
A cloak and dagger classic moment
Silence came through the drain
Blaming the strain on my own existence
Walk into the sound of profound
Curiousity of killed excitement
Why don't you behave so you save
Our submissive desire is so incomplete
Click.
I don't know really know how to tell this, but I guess I have to do it anyway. That's it. I hate you! I really do. I don't know why but I do. Strange enough, I just started to hate you. Never before I think I could look away more over hate you. I hate you! I just hate you so much!
Click.
People say that emotion is endless. It can conjure up many things but for now. All my emotion has come down to hating you. I don't know why and don't even ask me why. How could someone hate someone very dear to them? The one person that manages to toy with his dreams at night, that give him a sweet daydream. I hate this. I hate this hate so much.
C
Current Residence: Malaysia Favourite genre of music: Brit pop, RnB Favourite photographer: indie photopgrapher Favourite style of art: poem, prose Operating System: Win XP MP3 player of choice: Winamp Shell of choice: # Wallpaper of choice: deviantart's Skin of choice: default Favourite cartoon character: Spiderman Personal Quote: "the only one thing i'm sure is that nothing is for sure .."
Hi there all ,
I'm really sorry i have been away for too damn long .. i'm still trying to put it all together , my pieces of life that is .. How are you guys doing ? I hope we all would be able to get by through life just fine .. :) Till then, best regards to all and see ya in a jiffy~! :)
On the other hand, i'm kinda in a weird place right now .. Decision making is not always easy you know .. You gotta decide on which is best and stick with it , whatever may come out of it .. It's hard living like this, where choices made are not your own .. The satisfaction isn't just there, you know what i mean ? Heh .. Sorry for the babbling .. Well, all in all i guess we have really believe in what we are aiming for and may the ray of luck rain down on us .. I wish the best for all of us in what we are doing right now and also the future .. Leave the past behind as a memory and also as a lesson and may we all be a better person with it ..
As you've noticed i just got the one week trial subcription and i'm tinkering 'bout with it .. Man, there's so much features in here .. No wonder subcribers never run out of things to do in DA .. LOL
On the other note , what i have noticed from my time in DA .. i really noticed that it's harder for poetry/prose writer to get noticed more than other art here like , say , photography .. I'm not being bias or anything but what i would really like is for more people to stop for a moment and read those little ( i know sometimes it can be too damn long .. LOL ) line of words being written by some obscure people .. Contrary to popular belief , it'