Tuesday, 30 September 2014
Monday, 22 September 2014
Thursday, 18 September 2014
Sunday, 14 September 2014
Thursday, 11 September 2014
The first is the grace of your melodious voice,
a rhythm majestic which made you my choice.
Second is the paralysis of your eyes that captivates me,
and it is without doubt that it can be said I'm infatuated.
The third is how I feel when I'm around you,
I know now that I can never live without you.
The fourth is how you seem to love me so much,
and the bliss I feel at the grace of your touch.
The fifth is the pure simplicity of the love we have,
An eternal romance that will forever last.
The next five are the same as the first five,
my words repeat the harmony that keeps me alive.
Your name is my heart beat; a light when the stars speak,
and you can see everything that my heart has seen.
Your touch eases me; your voice pleases me,
Your laughter teases me and your love is peace in me.
When you are absent my heart is cursing hell,
and my desires must find from which part of heaven you fell.
Your love is my addiction; the habits that I cherish,
And I shall love you now and even after I perish
For ultimately romeo and juliet are the lovers of old,
today it is us; you and me entering love's fold.
I love you and you love me; that will never change,
And forever shall be lit the eternal burning flame.
Tuesday, 9 September 2014
Love will always be a war of the heart and mind,
doubtful choices forced when the heart is blind.
Love will always be a fantasy; a blissful lie,
A venom that can devour at the very first sight.
This poison does not kill but disintegrates souls,
and those claimed by love will forever be kept in it's hold.
A weapon of cupid; or the devil in diapers,
A poison deadlier than the venom of vipers
Love is a lie yet truth to those who have fallen in,
and a desire growing for those calling it.
A veil that shrouds the heart from reality,
spreading through veins and arteries; a mendicious fantasy.
Love is a placebo; an excuse for poor choices,
and it is claimed they hear the hearts voices.
Yet a state of happiness and an eternal joy,
A medicine for the lonely and those who remained void.
Love is neither good or bad; nor heaven or hell,
love is only what we make it from the stories we tell.
People find bliss in love but some end up broken,
and the breaking of hearts are seen as omens.
Love is more than what hearts can bare,
because in war neither side is ever fair.
I pray you find happiness should you seek it,
keep an open mind and believe in your feelings.
The clouds were dark and storms were brewing,
life was coming to an end; I just knew it.
The pelting of the rain was harder than hail,
and it seemed in my endeavours I would always fail.
Everyday without fail I would stare at my reflection,
the mirror that painted me in reverse with obvious deception.
The same person I was; the person that I lost,
my identity; who I'm meant to be; everything I forgot.
My depression pushed me into a hole so deep and far,
like nightmares never end when I sleep in the dark.
And I was reduced to nothing dwelling in my pain,
to a point where even I had forgotten my name.
My eyes open now; and suddenly a clear blue sky,
was I suffering from nothing more than a lie?
The sun gleaming high and bright; the morning light,
is this a second chance or have I just opened my eyes?
I was trapped in my mind's prison and my heart wouldn't visit me,
but today it's my smiles and blessings that are lifting me.
The world will forever remain; like the depth of infinity,
and I find relief from my weakened shadows instantly
The darkness is dying; and with hope I find myself smiling,
Leaving the past behind me; a new era and no more crying.
Today is a new day and a new chance,
And surely this time I will make the truth last
Saturday, 6 September 2014
A heart that cries; A heart that screams,
A heart that smiles; A heart that speaks.
A heart that tries; A heart that beats.
A heart that fights; A heart that dreams.
A heart that flys; A heart that sleeps,
A heart that lies; A heart that sees.
A heart that dies; A heart that weeps.
Hearts live the way we do but we just don't realise,
That our soul isn't our minds; we have real eyes.
And we begin to finally understand we will see the real lies,
From the depths of the troubles we see we feel heights,
But we try our best to avoid darkness because we fear nights,
And we fear lies and we even avoid sights when we fear eyes.
Questioning life like the authenticity of the fear files
Wouldn't life be simply perfect if we could soar through it,
Riding with the winds and the rays of warmth ever so soothing.
Were we as strong as the canadian red oaks; sturdy and rooted,
Life would not be our biggest complaint if we flew it.
Forget your minds some had said; the heart speaks,
Forget the light cause the sun is dead; the stars dream.
Eternal peace with the winds when the dark sleeps,
And revived again with a new life and hearts peace.