I have glimpsed butterflies
And Blowflies
All with my luckless eyes
I have seen joy
And
I have seen endless
Sorrow
All with the promise of
Tomorrow
I feel the light
Like a moth's touch
But then the rainbow
SHATTERS
And it's all
Too
Much
Floating up from dream
I remember the
sweet lies
And
your eyes
And
Then
It
All
Falls
A p a r t...
suffer this,
while you are cutting up my poems,
rearranging lines and repainting the room
where we first met.
is it sad when we can say that yes,
we understand
we're setting fire to the sails of a ship
still miles out at sea,
but this is what it takes to dream these
impossible dreams,
it's times like this where even the stars
can't guide us.
so suffer this and suffer me
when I am in a mood to (feel);
to color in the broken bones
that are all
we can leave each other with.
like a wraith without a presence,
this is what it’s like to be alive
and I can tell from the way you are breathing
that I am just background noise,
faded, unimportant, a piece of the machine.
(and is any of this real?)
are those the sorts of questions
we should be asking?
he is nothing without his work,
a mark left in the sand, seen by everyone
but gone, just the same.
the universe has become a beach,
and I am just a wraith, child soft,
upon its shores.
There are seven seas in the ceaseless world, where only there was one
Seven great wonders, made by our hands, for any who would come
Seven endless mounts, flying further and further on high
Seven greats to make a choir, until one voice died
One less is the mark, two more the rings
Six and nine, two inverted things
Yet three they were, three they remain
Three you shall have, when six be split in twain
Seven stars to the North, but six points to man
Arms, legs, mind and heart, each spread to the seven lands
But seven was once one, as was the six and the three
Perhaps should it come again they all would be freed
It’s like counting
Saturn’s rings,
hash marks
along your limbs -
remembering a time
when
‘just one more’
made you feel better.
- & you’re sitting there
wondering why
Draco, stuck in limbo
always looks like he’s
falling.
-dp
Short of temper,
Quick of wit,
That bastards tongue,
I have bit,
But give it time,
Just let it sit,
Because quick of mind,
Short of wit,
Lets bide our time,
For I'm sick of it,
I'm done playing games,
For your sake your soul i lit,
Sick of mind,
And sick as shit,
The love you held,
its time to get rid of it,
I have changed beyond recognition,
So listen close listen and sit,
I whispered your name in love so sweet,
But the love i felt it has slipt,
Now shrug off your veil of hate,
let me be here for you,
let me be nowhere near here,
the confusion,
the control,
whats is going on,
we can never know,
but short of temper and quick of wit,
its time
Aflame and Extinguish by Rocksaresupahcool, literature
Literature
Aflame and Extinguish
Aflame
I soar aflame,
The heat carries me higher,
A streak of ash left in my wake,
I set the world afire,
I will set the world on fire.
Extinguish
Take away the burning
Take away the fire
Emancipate me from this hell,
Extinguish my burning flame,
Extract the smoke
Filter the ashes
Let me breath free,
Let me accelerate with out the restraint,of pain,
caused by setting the world aflame.