She: I think I’m seriously fucked up being. He: Yes and that’s what makes you so utterly irresistible.

Unable to perceive the shape of you, I find you all around me. Your presence fills my eyes with your love. It humbles my heart, for you are everywhere.

The tapestry of life, woven of blood and gold. Would that I were to pull a thread From this seemingly tangled web What will I behold?

My love, I do not remember how you came. I don’t remember how we met and changed. Memory fails to tell me of how you looked. Time took away the first word that you spoke.

Pride, why do you hold me? Holding me so hard in your arms, Squeezing my heart so tightly. It’s despicable how you liaise with Stubbornness to claim all efforts on my part.

O’ taunt not Death, mock him not! For he carries a duty most grave and sod. He who languish with heavy footsteps and a complacent nod, Saying, “at times I even rock the cot.”

The truth weeps because it has been denied. It cries for it has lost to lies. Truth in my words sighs. It knows defeat in lies. Cloak in favoring and seductive tongues, lies burn more brightly then truth, though with a different light.

Two subjective motions propel one singular thought One qualitative measure defines half a theory bought Zero advancement presents an undefined excuse And an inexcusable mistake raises an eye of accuse

Truth is the sewage of the black hole from the other side

What is freedom without coercion? Faith is just stubbornness to not be placated. There is this mechanism that compels everyone to save a drowning man, if and only if he is a complete stranger.

The lone sits, oh he always sits By the fire where the pewter boils To fathom ashes and blackened pits And Despair’s smog began to roil

Pieces one cannot hold are fragments one cannot mould To memories once lost and sold ‘Till harmonies shattered, thrice creased-fold

Dark is the night of splashing waves. Lurid is the water in haunted caves. So dank are the rooms of my sorrowed heart; putrefied compost in my mind’s backyard.

Dreams are like tiny secrets revealed to you little by little in your sleep Where upon its memory hits you while you are wake It’s like déjà vu, Destiny’s Fate Or it’s sweet perfume can take you back So that for just one moment you feel like you’re t...

And autumn’s leaves are just hell’s flames

and then she said, "I think i'm only pretending to breathe..."

I live in a world that is half unreal. The air I breathe is a mist unsealed. I tread in a fog that un-reveals the goblins and monsters behind my sail.

Stars hang high in a violet sky Yet no one gleamed in my mind's own eye Rotten, petrified, I long to sigh; 'How sad, how sad is that sky.'

The Peacock Tango

Free-styler