Our Poetic side. Good, Bad and everything else in between.
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Poetry on the loose.
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driftingintospace:
Someone Like You by Adele
Bittersweet
Midnight calls
Senseless talks
Pointless laughs
Adorable giggles
Warm hugs
Sweet kisses
Knowing stares
Sugar painted mockeries
Long walks
Countless poems
Silent whispers
Lingering touches
I gazed upon the stars
A tear fell
Those were once mine
They now belong to her
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Dreaaaaaming
With the moon as witness
I held your hand into mine
We smiled together like little children
Lost, happy, in Love’s soft rhymes.
I was yours, and you were mine.
I took your other hand and spun you
I rarely danced, but seemingly I was good
A haunting waltz played in the background
And we laughed as the park became a ballroom
And I was your prince, you were my princess
I commented on your dress,
Which was bright, beautiful and red,
On your eyes of amber and my smiles
Lips of wisdom and sweetness
Hair so short, yet makes you pretty
And I was lost in my words, my thoughts
You were everything I wished for
The very thing that runs my core
And thus, everything ended with a kiss
I woke up- Monday morning:
I text you, “I just woke up.”
It was all just a dream… what’s more,
I’m late for quantitative analysis again.
countpierre.wordpress.com
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Eternity Defined.
Listen, the wind has finally set in,
Cool summer breeze brushed along the lines of our faces,
I touched yours and you return the gesture.
How long has it been since you said your first hello?
Since I last waved goodbye?
The memories seem to fade,
but they are encrypted well at the back of our eyelids.
Will you ever get tired of me?
or boredom ceases to exist from the both of us?
I inhaled fresh lilacs from the garden of our lovenest,and thought to myself, “how can I ever deprive myself from this ecstasy?”
And when I will finally give in,
when I finally succumb to your love,
Will you be there to witness and eventually cushion my fall?
Will the flowers wither in time?
Will you plant again and flourish them when it happens?
Will you still be there to water them when the next summer’s drought come?
Will you be rocking my chair while I am looking at little angels picking stars from the pavement?
by: driftingintospace.tumblr.com
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Question.
I have a million questions to ask
and the utensils to ask them-
But how does it seem that for a reason
I cannot do anything?
I have seen blood and darkness
Betrayals, injustice, madness
I have marvelled at the night
Went high on stars and wished to die
And died at the break of dawn
Yet somehow found myself living in the afternoon.
The sword will never cut as deep,
I seem to lose hope on bullets.
I have a million questions to ask
and the utensils to ask them-
You are there, if not, probably somewhere
And I just can’t do anything.
By: http://countpierre.wordpress.com
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Vampire.
I never thought I could meet a soul
Who could bring life into my corpse
Give pulse into my dried veins, my dead heart
And almost teach me how to love.
I would sit in your window at night
And you would smile at me, bring light
Down to the unexplored depths of my mind
And I would smile, too, at you
You make me feel accepted, wanted- loved.
You are unique- and almost more than that
I could be your vampire, your moon
Your twinkle, twinkle little bat-
But would you accept my hand?
I offer my arms and heart, my soul
My eyes, my lips, from your window tonight:
And I could be your vampire.
I never thought I could meet a soul
Who could bring life into my corpse
Give pulse into my dried veins, my dead heart
And almost teach me how to love.
by : http://countpierre.wordpress.com/
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These Words
These words I am to write,
They are not mine,
But they do crown their own master
Twice-fold, in the midst of confusion and norms.
They are the flows, nymph-like, of your hair
As a whole so graceful, with strands dancing ballet
Restless, sitting upon my mortal eyes
Inducing thoughts I wouldn’t have had thought.
They are your lovely lips of pinkish red
That tell of I love yous in my dreams and seem
To bring madness each second passing.
They are your sweet, amber eyes
That hopefully and hopelessly I want to be in
Your languid thoughts, pouring in and out of paper
Making me still, making me a poet, and never
Your hushed language of the most beautiful voice
That lulled me half-asleep, forever.
They are yours, these words
These words crown you as their master
And if they ever fail, for one moment
I will be here, a debtor, an admirer to you.
systemp13rr3.tumblr.com
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The Grand Stream
Have you ever wondered
What lies beyond those stars?
Beyond every galaxy outpost,
Across the unchartered?
The darkness fills the hole inside of me
and you lie across the screen,
and you know what i feel. .
Do you? Do you?
And have you ever seen
The blue planet called Earth
And have you ever dreamed a dream
About us, about me?
The cockpit closes;
My heart skips beats
and you lie across the screen
and you say do, and you mean
Do you? Do you? Do you?
systemp13rr3.tumblr.com
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an old poem back in the depression days (seema)
systemp13rr3:
To seek is to believe:
I don’t know if this is right
But all will come down;
All shall go into the light
Someday, somewhere
I shall receive
Oh, the goodness,
To seek is to believe
It kills me I hurt you
I will be back… I hope
because I believed.
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driftingintospace:
:::Ice Box:::
A cover by Boyce Avenue
Of what used to be
How I find it so intense
Is certainly impeccable.
You’ve turned everything in ice
And our burning love can’t even touch it.
What do I make of those easy conversations?
What do I make of those sweet nothings?
Are they going to be forgotten,
Along each lines of my face that you’ve effortlessly memorized?
Cold yet blazing,
Your gaze from afar.
I’ve seen it in your eyes,
The fire, the ice
I can see it heightening,
I can see it flaring.
And now, there’s so little of me in you
and everything In me is you.
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Soft, Quiet and Helpless.
If I could put words to feeling today,
my words would be angry and hot,
spilling hurt and hatred.
Spewing venom.
Spilling tears.
Wallowing in suffering.
If I could sing a song to my feelings today,
it would flow loud and angry,
the notes harsh and scathing
and then mellow into a wail and then a whimper.
Soft, and quiet, and helpless.
And, if I could speak my feelings out today,
I wouldn’t know what to say.
Forgive me, perhaps.
Forgive me for the anger,
forgive me for showing you my hurt.
And, forgive me for loving you.
I want so much to say goodbye,
and I want so much for you to say stay.
I want so much to put my hand in yours tonight,
and cry tears through the hot summer night.
And, I want so much to wake up,
your hand still in mine,
no memories of last night.
No memories of yesterday,
and the day before, and the day before.
Just a sweet song escaping my lips,
happiness setting them into a smile,
a warm, unhungry silence.
And, your hand in mine.
by: http://driftingintospace.tumblr.com/
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