Hello DeviantArt
JoyYou got 2 of my latest poems down in the Gallery section, so read them if you wish, comment if you feel the urge to, spit on them if they deserve it
I can, I willAnger and failure, built inside my lonely streams, razes trough my dreams, shadows of you won't burn my skin any more, I'll hold onto my white dove, fly away to the eastern suns, where there is no rain, I'll just live there in vain...I can, I will
The second this leaves my mind, when it sets off my sound, I'll go wasting time searching for things not ready to be found, Open the chamber of confusion, Heeellllooo there illusion! I'll put myself under the footsteps of the world itself, I'll be the material for the new age, just stop it all...
Will slay! Open your fucking ey
Coroning the skiesWhat if your strength decays with this violet streams? Is the cure to slay some insomniac dreams? Dreams are made of questions, What is once dreamed, always remains a suggestion, Like I still stare in her magnetic eyes, Still I search for the fabric which builds the skies, Vanity of the purebred souls grows in offer, Not the longest can hold this vibrant anger...Coroning the skies
We dance to the rhythm of our fractures, Smiling as we make some deeper punctures, But why, why do I speak for two of us, When I'm the only one holding the guns? Aiming to pierce heaven, to help us all, &n
...suffocating in these shoesI can smell the white orchids miles away, as they swing in the tempting sunlight rays, bathing in the melancholy of the melting skies, watching as they slither between tomorrow 's cries, only they know the answer to this confusions, as candles,they will once enlighten our illusions....suffocating in these shoes
Under the pregnant clouds painted with my colors, perilous archer shoots the good and that what follows, you can see the void crown spinning among the birds, as it breaks through the time into halves and thirds, blackness dripping from it's sharpened rims, it is blending evilness with grace's
Through the tidesIn the skies of our minds, we took off our strongest masks, Through the storms we have dragged our casks, Down the line, time, it is ours forever, And I feed on the dream, I lie in anger, When she's not around to see her move, To smell her, to taste her skin, to feel always sure, And if she goes, a part of me will go away, And that part will live for me, that is what I say...Through the tides
Another table full of cards and bodies turns around, never have we walked on this land, our own ground, and we will force the gods to bow infront of us...
May our path be clear, roads solid a
I am a poet, a wanderer and a human after all. I encourage you to read my poems because it sometimes can lead to answers for your own problems  |
watching
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the gypsy bells that lure you in.
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Check my gallery for a lot of poems written by me!
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