My star, sparkling shine, radial eye lost in dark blue night
Shooting sight, reflective bright, holy traces from pointless fight
Light of night, unholy plight, beautiful hope of sacred light
Hope in sky, obsesive lie, demise my song of what I thought was right
...
Come and see me, come and heal my drifting heart
Come and see me, come and take me in your arms
Come and save me, let me heal your drifting heart
Come and save me, let me hold you in my arms
...
“Alone” is the peace I can’t fathom
The unimpressive morrow that yields no sorrow
“Alone” is the company that will not wallow
The invisible friend that resembles no phantom
...
Warnings began at the dawn of the rotten land
The ground shakes probably to elude more threats
Evil perpetrated the land assuming the role of the eastern winds
Almost as an army, eager to conquer and longing for murder...
...
An angel spoke in tears inscribed on ink and paint
She wrote a note concealed on capes of time
Regardless her wings, never she proclaims a saint
Neither was she a specter, worthy to demand a dime
...
Gray currents in the air
The wind passes along carrying nothing but the smell of breath
Eyes observe and focus in something else and nothing again
...
We stress these bridges forged beneath the cold gray sky
We played in whispers spoken against absolved eclipse
We shed more tears, regardless what we beg and try
But we’ll never smile whether our hearts can glimpse
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'Origin and end
Cause and consequence
Love is the beginning and the end of all thought
The loneliness behind a tear
...
Chilly, icy whispers falling through the sky
Closer yet afar from the fingers of my hand
Simple and in silence I watch them as they hide
From the sadness and the clusters of the man
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Who deserves to be best?
Who deserves to be tested?
Oh, a beggar and a urchin
Filthy and misery
...
From a restless beginning
Till the upcoming end...
From the endless 'long ago'
Till the future 'will be'...
...
Sorry... but I don't quite trust strangers to know my story just yet, I'll only say that poetry (and literature in general) is a hobby and a passion I've nourished since I was 12 or so. Read my work and perhaps you'll decipher a thing or two about me. Don't hold your breat though, for I sumbit poems nearly once every 4 months or so.)
Starlight Eyes
My star, sparkling shine, radial eye lost in dark blue night
Shooting sight, reflective bright, holy traces from pointless fight
Light of night, unholy plight, beautiful hope of sacred light
Hope in sky, obsesive lie, demise my song of what I thought was right
Pair of eyes, sparkling shines, stare and glare below to admire their might
In clean white sky, with pure atire, blacks the eyes until the ray of night
The birth of right, the birth of fight, anounced in shines within the hope of light
The holy birth, the birth of sins, ominious words of the chains of fright