LOST IN THE SHADOWS
Everytime you tried leaving me
but couldn't; I kept coming back to you.
You thought it's because I loved you.
Which I did; but the more you left,
The less I loved you; creating holes in us forever.
- Darkpit
Everytime you tried leaving me
but couldn't; I kept coming back to you.
You thought it's because I loved you.
Which I did; but the more you left,
The less I loved you; creating holes in us forever.
- Darkpit
MEMORY OF THOUGHTS
Let me be a string to your guitar,
Fling me up and down and bury me into a beautiful rhythm.
Let me be your never ending song,
Listening to the humming sounds of our beating hearts singing along.
Lets get lost in this fine tune and dance to this flawless harmony, for this song is for our ears alone.
The rainbow of your smile in my blank sky is the haven I'll seek till the storms pass by.
#Tales_From_Extreme_Universe
Let me be a string to your guitar,
Fling me up and down and bury me into a beautiful rhythm.
Let me be your never ending song,
Listening to the humming sounds of our beating hearts singing along.
Lets get lost in this fine tune and dance to this flawless harmony, for this song is for our ears alone.
The rainbow of your smile in my blank sky is the haven I'll seek till the storms pass by.
#Tales_From_Extreme_Universe
ILLUSIONS
One day, I am in some celestial castle or maybe in the garden of Eden or maybe the seventh heaven.
Another day, I am with you in your arms, engulfed by your love; but neither one is true.
They're just my daydreams of cold nights; I always keep falling into the void, I've started to adore new moon nights.
I get ecstatic and ecstacy leads me to insanity, I melt away slowly and ever so softly; away from the chaos far from the crowd, into the blank space and back to the void - That's my reality.
One day, I am in some celestial castle or maybe in the garden of Eden or maybe the seventh heaven.
Another day, I am with you in your arms, engulfed by your love; but neither one is true.
They're just my daydreams of cold nights; I always keep falling into the void, I've started to adore new moon nights.
I get ecstatic and ecstacy leads me to insanity, I melt away slowly and ever so softly; away from the chaos far from the crowd, into the blank space and back to the void - That's my reality.
TWINKLING OBSESSION
I am jealous of the cinder that caters to your soul, yielding at your halo and bewitched by your flame.
I am jealous of peach gloves so near to your heart, melting at your touch and soaked in you scent.
I am jealous of the stare you sent to the stars, like you'd rather watch them twinkle for the rest of your days.
I am jealous of the books that live with your hand's marks, it's more than I could get without falling on my knees.
#UnspokenCites
I am jealous of the cinder that caters to your soul, yielding at your halo and bewitched by your flame.
I am jealous of peach gloves so near to your heart, melting at your touch and soaked in you scent.
I am jealous of the stare you sent to the stars, like you'd rather watch them twinkle for the rest of your days.
I am jealous of the books that live with your hand's marks, it's more than I could get without falling on my knees.
#UnspokenCites
MYSTERY
I remember all the times you were true to yourself, when we would sit back and talk about the cruel way, that all the people we used to know were falling prey, to the dark side of this apparently cool world.
And then we would swear how we would never ever be like them, like all those people who are lost in that imaginary bubble, and I never even once doubted that you would eventually go and be one of them.
But now I cannot do anything, since its only you who can save yourself!
- Tay
I remember all the times you were true to yourself, when we would sit back and talk about the cruel way, that all the people we used to know were falling prey, to the dark side of this apparently cool world.
And then we would swear how we would never ever be like them, like all those people who are lost in that imaginary bubble, and I never even once doubted that you would eventually go and be one of them.
But now I cannot do anything, since its only you who can save yourself!
- Tay
UNCONVENTIONAL LAW
The human mind is a dangerous place,
It is dark, messy, complex, confusing and most of all - Shameful!
We walk head held high amongst each other with our abominable thoughts and our sin-filled dreams, all because we have mastered the art of hiding our grotesque nature.
It's a well acknowledged and willingly accepted blind spot among society, we took shelter behind our faces and fake smiles, it is better to shove deep into our subconscious that the mind of our companion is as corrupted if not more than our own.
That what we have been presented with, as we did ourselves, is somewhat like a pretty book cover, the subtle message being... "I know it is there but so long as it is unheard and unseen; it is not."
How might we survive if our thoughts ran ramped? If they weren't concealed by silence and social decorum? It must have occured to most if not all that we are; in fact, truly horrific beings much uglier than our appearance.
#LoudThoughts
The human mind is a dangerous place,
It is dark, messy, complex, confusing and most of all - Shameful!
We walk head held high amongst each other with our abominable thoughts and our sin-filled dreams, all because we have mastered the art of hiding our grotesque nature.
It's a well acknowledged and willingly accepted blind spot among society, we took shelter behind our faces and fake smiles, it is better to shove deep into our subconscious that the mind of our companion is as corrupted if not more than our own.
That what we have been presented with, as we did ourselves, is somewhat like a pretty book cover, the subtle message being... "I know it is there but so long as it is unheard and unseen; it is not."
How might we survive if our thoughts ran ramped? If they weren't concealed by silence and social decorum? It must have occured to most if not all that we are; in fact, truly horrific beings much uglier than our appearance.
#LoudThoughts
MEMORIES...
It sends a shudder down your spine to remember that you once shared lips with that sickening voice, you once intertwined hands with his fairy tales, and you replied with smiles to his words.
How you wish memories were tangible, so you can choke the living spirit of his shadows, and bash their vivid skulls into smithereens under your feet to erase them forever.
It sends a shudder down your spine to remember that you once shared lips with that sickening voice, you once intertwined hands with his fairy tales, and you replied with smiles to his words.
How you wish memories were tangible, so you can choke the living spirit of his shadows, and bash their vivid skulls into smithereens under your feet to erase them forever.
LIFETIME OF LOVE LETTERS
We've always been folded letters, written by their affection and forgetful of their words; maybe that's why they inscribed it all on our skin, with intentions of sharing pleasure, but now their scars hurt.
They sealed their love the way it's bound to paper cut, their fingers trying to pry us to find these words and where we hurt; maybe that's why we scare those who come trying to love us, to reinstate those words and write over them.
We still are folded letters, aren't we? We wish to push ourselves out from these envelopes growing on us; we are letters wishing to be read and to be seen, this hurts! Embraced and treasured in pages of those journals of the heart whose pain coincides with ours.
We are letters, folded in our constraints, ardently wishing to be salvaged from hands daring enough to brace paper cuts.
We've always been folded letters, written by their affection and forgetful of their words; maybe that's why they inscribed it all on our skin, with intentions of sharing pleasure, but now their scars hurt.
They sealed their love the way it's bound to paper cut, their fingers trying to pry us to find these words and where we hurt; maybe that's why we scare those who come trying to love us, to reinstate those words and write over them.
We still are folded letters, aren't we? We wish to push ourselves out from these envelopes growing on us; we are letters wishing to be read and to be seen, this hurts! Embraced and treasured in pages of those journals of the heart whose pain coincides with ours.
We are letters, folded in our constraints, ardently wishing to be salvaged from hands daring enough to brace paper cuts.
BETRAYAL BOND
It took a moment to realize that I fell in love with you, and another moment to live a life full of mementos with you.
Then another moment to reminisce every moments with you, only to realize that you weren't mine after all.
It took moments to fill the days with silence as you tormented it, you were the honey to my paracetamol; like the kind of person to draw stars around my scars and kiss it before you were gone! #UnspokenCites
It took a moment to realize that I fell in love with you, and another moment to live a life full of mementos with you.
Then another moment to reminisce every moments with you, only to realize that you weren't mine after all.
It took moments to fill the days with silence as you tormented it, you were the honey to my paracetamol; like the kind of person to draw stars around my scars and kiss it before you were gone! #UnspokenCites
I'M NOT BEAUTIFUL
Don't tell me I'm beautiful just because you got a glimpse of my scars, you don't know the soreness slumbering beneath, emitting heartache into my veins.
I'm not beautiful, because of the proof that I had to survive an inferno of storms, on my own; but I'm still lovable, because I made it through, albeit a wolf out of the pack.
I'm lovable and I'm alive, so don't tell me I'm beautiful, that's not what I want to be, but tell me I'm alive upon witnessing my marks, and tell me you love me for it.
Don't tell me I'm beautiful just because you got a glimpse of my scars, you don't know the soreness slumbering beneath, emitting heartache into my veins.
I'm not beautiful, because of the proof that I had to survive an inferno of storms, on my own; but I'm still lovable, because I made it through, albeit a wolf out of the pack.
I'm lovable and I'm alive, so don't tell me I'm beautiful, that's not what I want to be, but tell me I'm alive upon witnessing my marks, and tell me you love me for it.
MYTHS AND DREAMS
I am dream,
Coming in your sleep,
Taking you away 'til morning,
And when you awake,
You shall not believe me in the slightest bit.
I am myth,
Labyrinthine of symbols
And mysteries; and let it be
That the stories are told,
But I shall owe you no explanation.
My smile is but a bewitching spell I will cast, to make you forget all about my darkness.
#Random
I am dream,
Coming in your sleep,
Taking you away 'til morning,
And when you awake,
You shall not believe me in the slightest bit.
I am myth,
Labyrinthine of symbols
And mysteries; and let it be
That the stories are told,
But I shall owe you no explanation.
My smile is but a bewitching spell I will cast, to make you forget all about my darkness.
#Random
SIGHS!
It's the pain of yours I bookmarked my favorites; even if I had to see nightmares only to remember you at nights, I will plunge right into it.
But I am not sure if you would be the one lending a hand if I ever had to wake up again...
- Darkpit
It's the pain of yours I bookmarked my favorites; even if I had to see nightmares only to remember you at nights, I will plunge right into it.
But I am not sure if you would be the one lending a hand if I ever had to wake up again...
- Darkpit
SILKY CLOUDS!
Cast roses at her feet,
For she’s a Queen;
The birds saw her and wished that they could sing,
Beauty beyond borders,
For no one could reproach her.
Her smile carried a glow
That gave strength to the trees and flowers;
Her words bore a tune,
Soothing to a heavy heart.
The warmth of her embrace
Could melt away resentment;
Her demeanor carried grace,
And in her presence,
Joy was ever present.
Lavished by the love of nature,
For she had a loving nature;
A true wonder of creation,
And a blessing on the earth.
But like a shooting star,
She was, only for a moment;
And like the morning-dew
Eventually she faded.
Cast roses at her feet,
For she’s a Queen;
The birds saw her and wished that they could sing,
Beauty beyond borders,
For no one could reproach her.
Her smile carried a glow
That gave strength to the trees and flowers;
Her words bore a tune,
Soothing to a heavy heart.
The warmth of her embrace
Could melt away resentment;
Her demeanor carried grace,
And in her presence,
Joy was ever present.
Lavished by the love of nature,
For she had a loving nature;
A true wonder of creation,
And a blessing on the earth.
But like a shooting star,
She was, only for a moment;
And like the morning-dew
Eventually she faded.
REGRETS!
I have seen my worlds collide,
I have seen them falling apart,
I have seen them shatter,
I have seen them becoming void,
I am waiting for them to be just better.
More or less they are just ruined,
Now your concern,
Your sympathy and your roles
Does not matter!
Nor does my expectations.
Maybe!
Just maybe if you make things right,
Maybe if you make them new
And maybe if your love was true.
And even if everything is back to normal,
I can't promise us being together again,
How can I?
I have seen my fall,
I have seen my death,
But you weren't there,
Neither to hold nor to grieve.
#DarkPit
I have seen my worlds collide,
I have seen them falling apart,
I have seen them shatter,
I have seen them becoming void,
I am waiting for them to be just better.
More or less they are just ruined,
Now your concern,
Your sympathy and your roles
Does not matter!
Nor does my expectations.
Maybe!
Just maybe if you make things right,
Maybe if you make them new
And maybe if your love was true.
And even if everything is back to normal,
I can't promise us being together again,
How can I?
I have seen my fall,
I have seen my death,
But you weren't there,
Neither to hold nor to grieve.
#DarkPit
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The heart is bound by addiction’s grip, it whispers lines of entangled scripts torn by desire for the wild and cruel, spilling lust in the arms of life; Love is lived in shadows deep where flesh meets flesh and then it sleeps!
GODDESS QUEEN
I wish you'd step out from my dreams, just lay with me for real, I'd love to kiss your moistened lips and touch your skin, to know just how you feel.
I wish that I could have you for more than just one night, I'd love to have you with me always and forever, hold your body tight.
To wrap myself around you, keep you safe within my arms, stealing kisses at every chance, to be lost within your charms.
Looking deep into your eyes, being mesmerized by your pretty face, getting excited by you, to feel my heartbeat race.
To give you my everything to be, everything you'd ever need, to fulfil our joint desires, and let loose our hounds of greed
To eat from your sacred Chalice, to sip juices from your pretty hole, to please you in every way I can, truly is my only goal!
Wish I knew how to bring you out from within my dream, to be with you in the real world, to make you my Goddess Queen
- Ron
I wish you'd step out from my dreams, just lay with me for real, I'd love to kiss your moistened lips and touch your skin, to know just how you feel.
I wish that I could have you for more than just one night, I'd love to have you with me always and forever, hold your body tight.
To wrap myself around you, keep you safe within my arms, stealing kisses at every chance, to be lost within your charms.
Looking deep into your eyes, being mesmerized by your pretty face, getting excited by you, to feel my heartbeat race.
To give you my everything to be, everything you'd ever need, to fulfil our joint desires, and let loose our hounds of greed
To eat from your sacred Chalice, to sip juices from your pretty hole, to please you in every way I can, truly is my only goal!
Wish I knew how to bring you out from within my dream, to be with you in the real world, to make you my Goddess Queen
- Ron
HOPELESS OPTIMIST
I don't say it out loud but feel it deep inside; the curiosity to be loved and admired so much;
To be called mine in all kinds of form, to know my existence means so much more.
I don't say it out loud since no one seems to care, but I'm longing for a love
so pure and rare.
- Careless Whisper
I don't say it out loud but feel it deep inside; the curiosity to be loved and admired so much;
To be called mine in all kinds of form, to know my existence means so much more.
I don't say it out loud since no one seems to care, but I'm longing for a love
so pure and rare.
- Careless Whisper
DIAS OF GRIEF
REGRET for the time wasted on trivial matters, for the chance that was never taken, for the heart to heart never spoken, for rain we didn't ran in and all the kisses we didn't steal.
ANGER for the things we said and didn't, for the doubt we trusted more than each other, for the nights we didn't take by surprise, for the confessions we never made, for the question we never asked, for a rose we didn't water and for the layers we didn't peel.
SADNESS for the sea that colors our soul, for the chripping doves that we could never follow, for the affirmations we didn't make, for the familiar loneliness we can't get used to, for the caresses that scorch our hearts.
NUMBNESS from building a home in a lost land of the past when our present races to a doomed future, from all that could have but will never be again, for the empty space that keeps us company and for the schemes of pretend saints.
REGRET for the time wasted on trivial matters, for the chance that was never taken, for the heart to heart never spoken, for rain we didn't ran in and all the kisses we didn't steal.
ANGER for the things we said and didn't, for the doubt we trusted more than each other, for the nights we didn't take by surprise, for the confessions we never made, for the question we never asked, for a rose we didn't water and for the layers we didn't peel.
SADNESS for the sea that colors our soul, for the chripping doves that we could never follow, for the affirmations we didn't make, for the familiar loneliness we can't get used to, for the caresses that scorch our hearts.
NUMBNESS from building a home in a lost land of the past when our present races to a doomed future, from all that could have but will never be again, for the empty space that keeps us company and for the schemes of pretend saints.
WHAT I CAN'T EXPLAIN
You are the name I give to the petrichor of the rain.
You are the name I give to the metaphor of my pain.
You are the name I give to the wind kissing my skin.
You are the name I give to the karma of my sin.
You are the name I give to the bed of roses, pink!
You are the name I give to thorns pricking my skin.
You are the name I give to the sunrays kissing my eyes.
You are the name I give to the justification of my lies.
You are the name I give to the chaos in my mind.
You are the name I give to the peace I can't find.
You are the name I give to sensations I don't contain.
You are the name I give to the things I can't explain.
- Prakhar Mishra
You are the name I give to the petrichor of the rain.
You are the name I give to the metaphor of my pain.
You are the name I give to the wind kissing my skin.
You are the name I give to the karma of my sin.
You are the name I give to the bed of roses, pink!
You are the name I give to thorns pricking my skin.
You are the name I give to the sunrays kissing my eyes.
You are the name I give to the justification of my lies.
You are the name I give to the chaos in my mind.
You are the name I give to the peace I can't find.
You are the name I give to sensations I don't contain.
You are the name I give to the things I can't explain.
- Prakhar Mishra