In your sovereign world, a battered reality. Etched beliefs, smothered stones; Opinions astray, trot blindfolded in glee. Bleak convictions, a robe of lurid skies. For a whisper, a lash of whip; A cattle to tame the wild. The barren a canyon, the mightier its echo; The facile a veil, the eloquent its rant. A musing tinker, a pompus fete; Walk the lines but mend no pan. A tear you stitch, a tear to be; Brave a bow for the golden wand. A crease of doubt, digs deeper a grave. A sword for a pen, behold the prophet's lore; The tighter the blind, the righteous the horde. They know you can, that is you will. You are a hunch, You are a hide; A feral anamoly for a 'rational' mind. In your sovereign world, voices suffocate; Breathe beyond your timid sighs. A moment you have, a moment you lost; Only ashes to survive the haste of time.
Of Pieces, Vines and The Rust in Hay by cruisnick, literature
Literature
Of Pieces, Vines and The Rust in Hay
A piece of me, Seeks, A piece in you. We braved the skies, To melt the cone; Sawed the ice, To wash a bone. A piece of me, Weaves, A piece in you, We rowed the oars, To scratch on shells; Grew the moss, On winter bells. A piece in me, Binds, A piece to you. We filled the trunks, With oaks and fur; Sold the grass, To the ancient blur. A piece of me, Vows, to A piece of you. We wore the hay, To grow the vine; A patch of moon, For ants to dine. A piece of me, Thaws, A piece in you. The gray grew wide, With teeth and claws; We rode the tide, On pixie paws. A piece of me, Becomes, A piece of you. When time grew old, A cot we wove; Of distant dreams, In a twilight grove. ............... We plucked the stars, Off pastel skies; The twigs hid wounds, In rust of lies. The whole of me, Yearns, A piece of you.
Of Sands, Memories and a Child who Drowned by cruisnick, literature
Literature
Of Sands, Memories and a Child who Drowned
When we met, On the beach, I knew of sand, I knew of salt. You held my reigns, Made me follow; To a land, Where the trees grew tall. I was a child, Learning to drown slow. Like a pebble, Gently drifting in the evening glow. You held a hand out; Our fingers, intertwined. Knots tying lives. Wandering thoughts, Restless minds. You spoke your life, In a gentle touch; A passing glance, A strand of hair, untucked. I was naked, I was clean. I was breathing, the warmth, Of a beating heart. It was then, I knew, I belonged. The door creaks a void, As time awaits a stride. A fire burns the corner, A light to light no lives. Unspoken words, Deafening silence; A familiar trance, Of tattered moments. All lie in the corner, As true as a lie. You left, A life; Breathing. What is left, Is a shadow, On a
In your sovereign world, a battered reality. Etched beliefs, smothered stones; Opinions astray, trot blindfolded in glee. Bleak convictions, a robe of lurid skies. For a whisper, a lash of whip; A cattle to tame the wild. The barren a canyon, the mightier its echo; The facile a veil, the eloquent its rant. A musing tinker, a pompous fete; Walk the lines but mend no pan. A tear you stitch, a tear to be; Brave a bow for the golden wand. A crease of doubt, digs deeper a grave. A sword for a pen, behold the prophet's lore; The tighter the blind, the righteous the horde. They know you can, that is you will. You are a hunch, You are a hide; A feral anomaly for a 'rational' mind. In your sovereign world, voices suffocate; Breathe beyond your timid sighs. A moment you have, a moment you’ve lost; Only ashes to survive the haste of time.
Weary to the consequence;
Our story floats somber,
Down the straits past the eastern bay.
Shackled to a harness;
Weaving cobwebs through centuries,
While our galaxies drift away.
Further down a bottomless bowl,
Seeping through the cracks we call home.
Blue lights beyond the horizon wont recall,
The silence that became our song.
Grasping twigs of the eventual;
Our truths lie jaded,
As the seasons of our mind change.
A drizzle lie frozen;
Thawed in our placid surreal,
As the petrichor sublimates our yesterday.
Brazen splinters tracing fables in stone,
Dreary vices blazing edges to bone.
Crimson dreams of the dusk wont recall,
The silence
Between the spaces,
Of cracks in familiar walls;
Time plays a rhythm out of tune.
Cover the blinds tight,
Cause light brings reality closer.
Twisting mazes,
Of frozen thoughts;
The high keeps inflating.
Pain seeking pain.
Flip a coin to choose.
The harder you hit,
The higher will you fly.
The bed ever growing distant;
Only the warmth of a pillow,
In unknown hands.
Wrap it tight,
Round your bleeding self.
Here comes another wave,
Crumbling down your barren shore.
Streams a laughter,
Into a strange room;
Filled with stranger thoughts.
Bleak is the mind;
Bleak are the reasons why.
You wait for the show to end,
The curtains to raise,
Cheers f
Stacked up beside a portrait,
Like a dusty idol on a shelf.
Waiting to be found in some one else's story.
Awaiting for reality to shine me on my face.
Oh hear! Oh dear! Dont you hear them shouting.
They're coming down to take us to the hills of the wise.
Where realists build empires around a campfire.
There they will teach us how to live and grow a life.
Oh there you will find,
All the answers to the unknown.
But beware to never question,
The teachings of the tribe.
Cause their words are forged,
In the fires of the loyal.
No matter how may you burn,
Your flames shouldn't cast a light.
A hundred names will you meet;
A thousand faces for e
I saw you, not just as an image,
That light manifests,
In front of my eyes.
I saw you, not just as a body;
A mere myth of flesh,
Vacant bones inside.
You travel in through my senses,
Devouring my emotions;
So innocent you are.
I'm guilty of starving to breathe in,
The air I surrendered you;
I'm in love with my scars.
Every pain begins a longing,
A whole new fear that it may cease to feel.
I may be breaking into a million pieces,
But I am happy to scatter under your feet.
Down through the burdened straits,
You hover through the mists of time.
Following on a stranded trail,
You're searching for a nameless find.
Shadows of noon burning bright,
Under the trees whistling a lullaby.
Tired feet whispering a gentle ache;
A head as light as feathers on a windy day.
Your purpose defines you,
You know what you want to be preached.
Shining in the distance, glory awaits you;
But the lights crash you out of your dream.
Darkness through light,
Or a prism of ecstasy.
Silence through noise,
Or an inexplicable harmony.
Are you breathing,
Through the mind of another.
In ages long ago when you lived on that pl
The skies paint a motile world,
In shades of blues and whites.
And here I lie on this sodden turf,
Smearing its greens in red;
My own dreary Red.
The earth never felt so tender.
No more do I need to hide.
I can sleep now
In her lap like a child.
And let this life seep out of me.
A million memories concealed in every drop.
My stories shall be rendered unfading,
Written on these blades of grass.
Existence drenching reality;
Life bathing Life.
It feels like I am drifting,
To another childhood dream.
The wind would softly whisper her spell;
And I would be as light as a feather.
Gliding ever so gently,
Over the forlorn shingle beach;
Where the