In a couple of years, I might, mistakenly,
Remember that we held hands.
Short electric shocks to the heart,
Lips fluttering on my neck,
Hands grazing my waist,
At the corner of thirty fourth and sixth,
There was a crowd and you didn't care.
Well, that was lovely.
In a couple of years, I might, mistakenly,
Remember that we held hands.
Short electric shocks to the heart,
Lips fluttering on my neck,
Hands grazing my waist,
At the corner of thirty fourth and sixth,
There was a crowd and you didn't care.
Well, that was lovely.
Bleeding Conscience by Sweet-Apocalypse, literature
Literature
Bleeding Conscience
Who's the stranger
In the mirror?
It seems like I've lost myself
Somehow, somewhere on this shelf
Get a grip upon my life
Have to solve my inner strife.
Total inaction Acute submission
And I stay here, feeling like a fool
Watching the passion equation relation
And I stay here, looking like a fool
Seeing my illusion dissolution
And I was here, acting like a fool...
Who's the stranger
In the mirror?
Autumn,
I await your cool embrace,
And for your grace to descend,
To observe the chiseled lace,
That your morning's light will lend,
To walk past the drifts of leaves,
With children lost in their delights,
For candid walks, bundled in long sleeves
On crisp,frosted,moonlit nights,
But dear autumn,
What I long for most of all,
Will be the moments & memories,
That by you, I will recall.
Something is troubling me... Not anything important, really. Just that I haven't properly written anything for a long time. Apart from one poem that I wrote in June, everything else I put up on this site is more than a year old.
I saw an old man in the Parisian metro the other day, with a stained black suit, obviously homeless. But he was so beautiful... I tried to write about him. But the poem I wrote was awful. I just couldn't convey what I wanted, and it's really, really frustrating.
Maybe I'm only good at writing teenage love drama.
There, I just joined DA... I don't know if I will publish much. I used to write a lot of poems, that I might put up, and i draw/do stuff from time to time.
I don't claim I have any talent.
Look at what I do if you want to.
Put comments if you want to, good or bad, i don't care.
I haven't seen so many poets like you. And I love the way you write, I really do. But people like you dont become famous, and you wont get noticed.. because the nature of what you do is not aesthetically pleasing to the average Dullard, because it's not full of cheap poetic lies.