i just want to say i love you but you won't listen
you never listen
i want you to be so close and hear
'i love you' dancing in your ears
your body delicate and soft
in my loft we'd lay
your eyes wander while my heart strains
let me tell you i love you
breathe in and out for me, my queen
and I will do the same
and eventually we'll be together
let me tell you i love you
and maybe your love will change
and my love will stay the same
I waited all these years for you (with no mention)
I want to be close to you (no exception)
But though you were so kindly (and let me home)
I was waiting 'til you screwed (I was alone)
Begging should be ominous (I needed you)
Love should be harmonious (I desire you)
These things we can discover (looking for you)
Desires I'll uncover (you shouldn't be true)
Let me be your valentine
We'd be each other's hearts
Until the night stopped
And love failed art
my mouth is full of winsome lies -
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
Somewhere I know I have seen
Some trees or grass or the like
It must have been, a brook or stream
In the backdrop of frozen deadly night
An oasis of right and perfect truth
Must exist beyond the grey
A shimmer of hope in the heart of youth
The shadows performing ballet
I assume that I've been to a place more bright
More lush, complacent, and still
Where the shadows cannot go to war with the light
Where rays from the sun warm the chill
Somewhere I've seen, somewhere its been
That nature has not been corrupt
But as my memory serves, I don't know where to begin
To journey back to places dark won't disrupt.
Somewhere I know I have seen
Some smiles, or laughs or the like
It must have been, a place so serene
But I haven't in all of my life.
‘Why?’ she asked, her face aghast, Her arms slung tightly ‘cross her chest. ‘I cannot say,’ I said, a lie, With lowered eyes (and lower pride). ‘But know I’d tell you if I could!’ She trembled, shook, and stepping back, Shrugged off my touch, and as she should, Gave me a slap. Her bitter laugh, then, ‘Is there nothing true in you?’ Her words accused, her face a mask Of anger dashing agony, Fed up with me, my falsities, And cursing loud the day we met, She wheeled around And promptly left.
Creation is a sin, some say, when creation beckons fear,
And in their haste to purge the sin, darkness comes more near,
It isn’t fast, it won’t be long, ‘till creation comes no more,
And with that in mind the wrathful souls will wash in waves ashore,
Listen here! Listen close! The time of fate is soon,
And so it goes, the days will fade, to another blackened moon.
A crisp and cut night approaches, living on the breeze,
And with the cold brings in man a willingness to seize,
Stiff, unmoving, lifeless minds are those who doom the dawn,
Of trees and grass and vibrant things, whom others have foregone,
Sing out loud, make it heard, see a new age created,
And in the joy of progressive freedom, see in some the hatred.
It isn’t fair, it isn’t right, that views so pure are stifled,
But know in time, change is made, with the pen or with the rifle,
Make truth the name, the sacred vow, uphold an honest plight,
Know that even in times of bliss, the truthful still must fight,
Fight for justice, fight for freedom, make yourself the sword,
And through your mouth, make sure to pass only the sacred word.
The words are power, the speech is free, the storm is closing in,
And in the turbulence of life, lies the origin of sin,
Man is troubled, corrupt, and weak, falling to temptation,
So does it go that morals break, and hearken mind’s mutation,
Bring forth the notion of pleasing days, nights of peaceful rest,
Lie down content, and wake assured that evil is suppressed.
Hear it now, pay your heed, the seedling’s taken root,
The casting off of sin and hate has rendered darkness mute,
Good now is the heart of man, and goodness is the goal,
Righted are the wrongs since done, and righted is the soul,
Make good the promise, keep the word, and further cleanse yourself,
Keep always with you faith in good, and let man correct himself.
Contradicting silhouettes of leaves falling around us,
Spilling like ashes into the collection dark,
Ours are shades that penetrate the ancient Autumn cover,
Images that outline a triumphant pose!
Once, we knew no light;
Shadows dissolved in the night!
That was long before
The foliage became our dance-floor.
Now, we masquerade and revel like lovers new-found
Discovering the forgotten worth of the world.
Far beyond the willows, where the sky
Radiates in hues that seem unused,
Ours will be the song that echoes,
"Ignite the night! Eclipse the dawn!"
Fury is that lasting sound
Scattering debris and staining the ground.
Dance with me! Destroy the distance!
Dip your hips, embrace this instance.
Let that sinful something sneak within.
Catch your breath before that wall
You're thrown against out in the hall
Holds you tattooed right against my skin.
Your knees will fail, but I can tell
You trust my hands; they know you well.
Just let those tired muscles atrophy.
At least the nerves lost no appeal.
Each one tried recklessly to steal
Each beating pulse of pleasure left in me.
That language only touch can speak
Is ours. With every verse's peak,
I felt an avalanche slide down your spine.
The dialect was chosen smart:
Each part our tongues now know by heart.
So, bring those lucid lips closer to mine.
Motion, just an act of force,
The body's one relentless source
Of change, will change the way you feel inside.
By the time I'm through with you,
Swayed all the ways we wanted to,
You won't have any movements left to hide.
The tired spider, lazy, spent the day in daydream, dreamt; of silken spires, ever higher, rent of wire wept from spinnerets; to tie the sky and earth unto a single, swollen silhouette; wherein he’d snare the stars, to suck their light, but better yet; he freed his fancies from the web, and simply slept.
A/N: I need to turn this into a full song, but here's an awful poem based off a decent song snippet I have.
Chill
At first unsure, the valley, pure,
disquiet with a fragile haze:
was for a moment shook unsure.
Turning mountains to molehills was
the cause of the malaise.
And though misery loves company,
It does not love desperation:
Love always needs another
And it looks until it's taken.
Ice wrapping skin together,
as diamonds collecting gleams,
we feel for two
true lives enough
as doves fade out
and real life springs:
with clout we sing
(and then)
when the world stops,
we'll know -
it will only start again
my mouth is full of winsome lies -
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
No longer calling, I'm screaming your name
And receiving no answer from you
So when my will dies, who should I blame?
I know living and dying aren't the same
But I find that my options are few
No longer calling, I'm screaming your name
I guess I'm too late to stake my own claim
In the rush to create something true
So when my will dies, who should I blame?
Through it all I've somehow hidden my shame
So many things that I would undo
No longer calling, I'm screaming your name
Men hunting men, it's the deadliest game
But most of us haven't got a clue
So when my will dies, who should I blame?
And while it doesn't seem to be your aim
To have deep ruby rage blind my view
No longer calling, I'm screaming your name
So when my will dies, who should I blame?
There was a place I remembered that I’ve been to once before,
beyond the green and greener pastures, and the lances of trees,
away from the nestled cities that were so trifling and vain.
I remembered this place where the ocean breathed the other way,
and the air that hung, hanged itself limp over dawn’s funeral,
at the center of restless turmoil, from its lowest base,
where rolling thunder tumbled low and cold rain seethed iced venom,
to its highest peaks, I remember myself on Mount Silver.
And I remembered that night as I walked out of that cavern
to blue moonlight glowing on dull skies, where hail was not here
but in its stead were the falling specks of white, drifting across
from an army of clouds up above which marched to somewhere far,
to a point where even my breath had tried to reach as it spawned
from my mouth and curled, turned, drifting as smoke, as air to vapor,
as vapor to freezing wind, as freezing wind to sound, as sound—
to silence. And it was that sound that engulfed the night,
that swallowed heat, devouring eternity behind
from a veil of wind, echoing from Mount Silver’s storm.
I gripped my scarf with both my hands and squeezed it with all my might,
not for the fear that it may be blown, but for desperation
as I clenched my fist on cloth for heat, wishing for any,
drawing whatever that was left as I treaded on
through the blackened yet moonlit night listening to the silence,
to the murmuring stones, and the crushing snow underneath my foot,
sensing an ominous force—that someone else was here, waiting.
Valentine
i just want to say i love you but you won't listen
you never listen
i want you to be so close and hear
'i love you' dancing in your ears
your body delicate and soft
in my loft we'd lay
your eyes wander while my heart strains
let me tell you i love you
breathe in and out for me, my queen
and I will do the same
and eventually we'll be together
let me tell you i love you
and maybe your love will change
and my love will stay the same
I waited all these years for you (with no mention)
I want to be close to you (no exception)
But though you were so kindly (and let me home)
I was waiting 'til you screwed (I was alone)
Begging should be ominous (I needed you)
Love should be harmonious (I desire you)
These things we can discover (looking for you)
Desires I'll uncover (you shouldn't be true)
Let me be your valentine
We'd be each other's hearts
Until the night stopped
And love failed art
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
here I list the words which adorn this botanic conundrum:
Anther stamen pollen filaments
gynoecium and perianth
corolla calyx and sepal
red wine colored petal
asymmetric nature
diadelphous symmetry
star shape hippeastrum
genus longiflorum
pax deorum
amarilis
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The photo was taken and edited by myself. It's a hard work. I need to take some photoshop classes asap.
special thanks to sentimentgx4 for the sig
Pourquoi?
Somewhere I know I have seen
Some trees or grass or the like
It must have been, a brook or stream
In the backdrop of frozen deadly night
An oasis of right and perfect truth
Must exist beyond the grey
A shimmer of hope in the heart of youth
The shadows performing ballet
I assume that I've been to a place more bright
More lush, complacent, and still
Where the shadows cannot go to war with the light
Where rays from the sun warm the chill
Somewhere I've seen, somewhere its been
That nature has not been corrupt
But as my memory serves, I don't know where to begin
To journey back to places dark won't disrupt.
Somewhere I know I have seen
Some smiles, or laughs or the like
It must have been, a place so serene
But I haven't in all of my life.
Also, hello all.
Standard:
UBU/B TezzeretBU
WWW QuestW
RMetal GoblinsR
Legacy:
UCounterTopU
thanks to DarkNightCavalier at Heros of the Plane for the sig
‘Why?’ she asked, her face aghast,
Her arms slung tightly ‘cross her chest.
‘I cannot say,’ I said, a lie,
With lowered eyes (and lower pride).
‘But know I’d tell you if I could!’
She trembled, shook, and stepping back,
Shrugged off my touch, and as she should,
Gave me a slap.
Her bitter laugh, then,
‘Is there nothing true in you?’
Her words accused, her face a mask
Of anger dashing agony,
Fed up with me, my falsities,
And cursing loud the day we met,
She wheeled around
And promptly left.
Creation is a sin, some say, when creation beckons fear,
And in their haste to purge the sin, darkness comes more near,
It isn’t fast, it won’t be long, ‘till creation comes no more,
And with that in mind the wrathful souls will wash in waves ashore,
Listen here! Listen close! The time of fate is soon,
And so it goes, the days will fade, to another blackened moon.
A crisp and cut night approaches, living on the breeze,
And with the cold brings in man a willingness to seize,
Stiff, unmoving, lifeless minds are those who doom the dawn,
Of trees and grass and vibrant things, whom others have foregone,
Sing out loud, make it heard, see a new age created,
And in the joy of progressive freedom, see in some the hatred.
It isn’t fair, it isn’t right, that views so pure are stifled,
But know in time, change is made, with the pen or with the rifle,
Make truth the name, the sacred vow, uphold an honest plight,
Know that even in times of bliss, the truthful still must fight,
Fight for justice, fight for freedom, make yourself the sword,
And through your mouth, make sure to pass only the sacred word.
The words are power, the speech is free, the storm is closing in,
And in the turbulence of life, lies the origin of sin,
Man is troubled, corrupt, and weak, falling to temptation,
So does it go that morals break, and hearken mind’s mutation,
Bring forth the notion of pleasing days, nights of peaceful rest,
Lie down content, and wake assured that evil is suppressed.
Hear it now, pay your heed, the seedling’s taken root,
The casting off of sin and hate has rendered darkness mute,
Good now is the heart of man, and goodness is the goal,
Righted are the wrongs since done, and righted is the soul,
Make good the promise, keep the word, and further cleanse yourself,
Keep always with you faith in good, and let man correct himself.
Standard:
UBU/B TezzeretBU
WWW QuestW
RMetal GoblinsR
Legacy:
UCounterTopU
thanks to DarkNightCavalier at Heros of the Plane for the sig
Contradicting silhouettes of leaves falling around us,
Spilling like ashes into the collection dark,
Ours are shades that penetrate the ancient Autumn cover,
Images that outline a triumphant pose!
Once, we knew no light;
Shadows dissolved in the night!
That was long before
The foliage became our dance-floor.
Now, we masquerade and revel like lovers new-found
Discovering the forgotten worth of the world.
Far beyond the willows, where the sky
Radiates in hues that seem unused,
Ours will be the song that echoes,
"Ignite the night! Eclipse the dawn!"
Fury is that lasting sound
Scattering debris and staining the ground.
The balloons will soar
Deep into the overcast sky
Carrying the dreams too heavy
To sprout wings and fly
Nothing but sullen showers
Loom overhead
And it’s too late to cower
In comforting childhood beds
We leave behind swing sets
To play all alone
And mothers and fathers
Who loved us as their own
One day we will wake up
White hair, sagging thighs
And we shall be grateful
To rest our eyes.
Dance with me! Destroy the distance!
Dip your hips, embrace this instance.
Let that sinful something sneak within.
Catch your breath before that wall
You're thrown against out in the hall
Holds you tattooed right against my skin.
Your knees will fail, but I can tell
You trust my hands; they know you well.
Just let those tired muscles atrophy.
At least the nerves lost no appeal.
Each one tried recklessly to steal
Each beating pulse of pleasure left in me.
That language only touch can speak
Is ours. With every verse's peak,
I felt an avalanche slide down your spine.
The dialect was chosen smart:
Each part our tongues now know by heart.
So, bring those lucid lips closer to mine.
Motion, just an act of force,
The body's one relentless source
Of change, will change the way you feel inside.
By the time I'm through with you,
Swayed all the ways we wanted to,
You won't have any movements left to hide.
That's tied to the rope which
- I hold. With all my heart
This rope which lies
- In my hand. Dreams of
Pulling you in, but every
Time I muddle, it seems waves impel
- Us. Making waves
That Seem to push you away. My moon
Which shines upon me. Pull with me
And we can conquer the waves
- Together. Until the end of time
I will remain tied to you
With currents pushing and pulling.
Standard
BWBeyond LivingBW
Modern
WWSoul SistersWW
The tired spider, lazy, spent the day in daydream, dreamt; of silken spires, ever higher, rent of wire wept from spinnerets; to tie the sky and earth unto a single, swollen silhouette; wherein he’d snare the stars, to suck their light, but better yet; he freed his fancies from the web, and simply slept.
Chill
At first unsure, the valley, pure,
disquiet with a fragile haze:
was for a moment shook unsure.
Turning mountains to molehills was
the cause of the malaise.
And though misery loves company,
It does not love desperation:
Love always needs another
And it looks until it's taken.
Ice wrapping skin together,
as diamonds collecting gleams,
we feel for two
true lives enough
as doves fade out
and real life springs:
with clout we sing
(and then)
when the world stops,
we'll know -
it will only start again
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
No longer calling, I'm screaming your name
And receiving no answer from you
So when my will dies, who should I blame?
I know living and dying aren't the same
But I find that my options are few
No longer calling, I'm screaming your name
I guess I'm too late to stake my own claim
In the rush to create something true
So when my will dies, who should I blame?
Through it all I've somehow hidden my shame
So many things that I would undo
No longer calling, I'm screaming your name
Men hunting men, it's the deadliest game
But most of us haven't got a clue
So when my will dies, who should I blame?
And while it doesn't seem to be your aim
To have deep ruby rage blind my view
No longer calling, I'm screaming your name
So when my will dies, who should I blame?
A/N, Villanelles are fun to write.
Standard:
UBU/B TezzeretBU
WWW QuestW
RMetal GoblinsR
Legacy:
UCounterTopU
thanks to DarkNightCavalier at Heros of the Plane for the sig
There was a place I remembered that I’ve been to once before,
beyond the green and greener pastures, and the lances of trees,
away from the nestled cities that were so trifling and vain.
I remembered this place where the ocean breathed the other way,
and the air that hung, hanged itself limp over dawn’s funeral,
at the center of restless turmoil, from its lowest base,
where rolling thunder tumbled low and cold rain seethed iced venom,
to its highest peaks, I remember myself on Mount Silver.
And I remembered that night as I walked out of that cavern
to blue moonlight glowing on dull skies, where hail was not here
but in its stead were the falling specks of white, drifting across
from an army of clouds up above which marched to somewhere far,
to a point where even my breath had tried to reach as it spawned
from my mouth and curled, turned, drifting as smoke, as air to vapor,
as vapor to freezing wind, as freezing wind to sound, as sound—
to silence. And it was that sound that engulfed the night,
that swallowed heat, devouring eternity behind
from a veil of wind, echoing from Mount Silver’s storm.
I gripped my scarf with both my hands and squeezed it with all my might,
not for the fear that it may be blown, but for desperation
as I clenched my fist on cloth for heat, wishing for any,
drawing whatever that was left as I treaded on
through the blackened yet moonlit night listening to the silence,
to the murmuring stones, and the crushing snow underneath my foot,
sensing an ominous force—that someone else was here, waiting.