You and I,
We are tectonic plates
half ocean, half land
massive but irregular.
Our Skin,
fields racing
to the horizon,
dyed olive by nature.
Our fears,
Fauna running rampart
through the wilderness
frightened by tremors.
You and I,
We create earthquakes
as we find each other
under the surface,
as we lock our hands together,
as our kisses burst
like erupting volcanoes.
We draw landscapes:
prairies, forests, valleys,
mounts, and rivers.
Through eons
We shape earth,
we drive fauna extinct
with tsunamis.
You and I,
We are tectonic plates
levitating over our melted hearts,
and the core- our molten love
keeps the world spinning.
I have grown tired of unexpected calls
and the lack of commitment to your words;
of superfluous monologues
that kept me lying on the cold floor
as i wondered whether your words were fake or not.
I've grown tired of the words you chose not to speak
but came out anyway in the middle of your speech;
of how you think i was caught up in the past,
while you failed to notice I resented your present behavior.
I have grown tired of pointing fingers,
of listening to your excuses
and coming up with never accomplished compromises.
I have had grown tired of him yet I grew tired again.
Im growing tired of memories of a good old dusty past,
an
Nostalgia finally caught up by AiKen-Taicho, literature
Literature
Nostalgia finally caught up
The wind whispers to my ear
-memories I buried long ago-
And kisses it goodbye; seducing me
only to later run away
creating whirlwinds with its steps,
whirlwinds which suck my mind in.
As she leaves its place;
my body becomes an empty shell
-patiently awaiting-
Yet, my mind ventures inside
where lay decayed figures
she knows far too well.
Between all those familiar figures
a hidden blood soaked road appears
that reminds me of a past I'd rather forget.
But she grins and hurries her steps
following the smell of death,
and the screams of those who venture through
fooled by lively colors and stimulation
that lead to emotional d
Once sunshine filled landscapes
turned to brown, desolated forests;
home of newly born spirits; judged
and destined to atune for their
lack of purpose to the cursed.
Parasites marching towards their
goal. Bitting, torturing,
and killing innocents for fun.
Impulses triggering each action;
The pack of blue-hearted soldiers,
act in spite of self-fulfilment.
One by one fall those who get
in their way; victimized by natural
selection and even their own kind.
This ruthless army shall never die,
for they multiply in 9 months time.
You and I,
We are tectonic plates
half ocean, half land
massive but irregular.
Our Skin,
fields racing
to the horizon,
dyed olive by nature.
Our fears,
Fauna running rampart
through the wilderness
frightened by tremors.
You and I,
We create earthquakes
as we find each other
under the surface,
as we lock our hands together,
as our kisses burst
like erupting volcanoes.
We draw landscapes:
prairies, forests, valleys,
mounts, and rivers.
Through eons
We shape earth,
we drive fauna extinct
with tsunamis.
You and I,
We are tectonic plates
levitating over our melted hearts,
and the core- our molten love
keeps the world spinning.
I have grown tired of unexpected calls
and the lack of commitment to your words;
of superfluous monologues
that kept me lying on the cold floor
as i wondered whether your words were fake or not.
I've grown tired of the words you chose not to speak
but came out anyway in the middle of your speech;
of how you think i was caught up in the past,
while you failed to notice I resented your present behavior.
I have grown tired of pointing fingers,
of listening to your excuses
and coming up with never accomplished compromises.
I have had grown tired of him yet I grew tired again.
Im growing tired of memories of a good old dusty past,
an
(¯`♥´¯)¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨(¯`♥´¯) ..`•.•´ I appreciate that you like my work! `•.•´.. o°O¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨O°o .::THE BEST FOR YOU!::.