five things to make you hate me much less:
> the scar on the face...
> the raised brow...
> the loud laughter...
> the silent sobs...
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in the sighs of slience
we stood in the green fields once
the flickering closed fists
wound around the drenched blossoms
the dew closed in on the broken wings
in the moments of closed winds
the thought does ponder
where blossoms were to end
never in another form but tired breaths
every folding finger traces
solely just the flying birds
enclosing all it can
of the flickers
in the corner of that smile
broken wings: so a stone will tell
flying birds: to a sorrow not less
sighs: in the moments to come
flickers: every action already done
green fields: the joy of being itself
goodbye: sighs of flying birds
closed fist: holding the meaning of words being said
blossoms: to wait for the moments here now
we stood in the green fields once
the flickering closed fists
wound around the drenched blossoms
the dew closed in on the broken wings
in the moments of closed winds
the thought does ponder
where blossoms were to end
never in another form but tired breaths
every folding finger traces
solely just the flying birds
enclosing all it can
of the flickers
in the corner of that smile
broken wings: so a stone will tell
flying birds: to a sorrow not less
sighs: in the moments to come
flickers: every action already done
green fields: the joy of being itself
goodbye: sighs of flying birds
closed fist: holding the meaning of words being said
blossoms: to wait for the moments here now
things I lost in the Fire
- Pictures of you... the ones i never had.
- Pictures of us... the us that never existed, the pictures which just could not be.
- Letters you wrote... it was never like you to write any letters to me.
- Gifts you gave... even those that were never delievered.
- Flowers... the ones you never gave but i dried nonetheless.
- A pen... you used for writing me the now charred letters.
- A pillow... the one which you once rested your head on.
- A watch... the one that clocked only the time we spent apart.
- A chair... the one i am sitting on.
- Memories... of everything you ever said to me and the ones you never mentioned.
- me... for how could i be without everything that i was?
the power rule
i am:
the fear in the darkness
the remainder of what was lost
the bridge to righteousness
the depth in the shortness
the wind that brings frost
the knowledge in insanity
the dream that you lost
i am:
the one you fear most
the mind behind the genius
the scar that creates beauty
the moment of blasphemy
the color that shines brightly
the one you should'nt trust
the helen of troy
i am:
the call of the wild
the murder that was commited
the person where the search begins
the moment that breaks heroes
the reason you seek
the water that erodes
the chair that creeks
i am:
all that you ve always dreamt
the joy when you re free
the lies you never told
the path you tread on
the beat of your heart
the hill you just hiked
the reason you ve survived
i am:
the idea behind the lie
the answer of the why
the 5 on the die
the crease of the knot
the one who flew over the cuckoo's nest
the last tear in your eye
dominique of ayn rand
the fear in the darkness
the remainder of what was lost
the bridge to righteousness
the depth in the shortness
the wind that brings frost
the knowledge in insanity
the dream that you lost
i am:
the one you fear most
the mind behind the genius
the scar that creates beauty
the moment of blasphemy
the color that shines brightly
the one you should'nt trust
the helen of troy
i am:
the call of the wild
the murder that was commited
the person where the search begins
the moment that breaks heroes
the reason you seek
the water that erodes
the chair that creeks
i am:
all that you ve always dreamt
the joy when you re free
the lies you never told
the path you tread on
the beat of your heart
the hill you just hiked
the reason you ve survived
i am:
the idea behind the lie
the answer of the why
the 5 on the die
the crease of the knot
the one who flew over the cuckoo's nest
the last tear in your eye
dominique of ayn rand
table of derivatives
On a lonely Monday morning if someone walks by your window…
Searching for me…
My name is devotion…
When I come to you, dusk, and when I abandon, call me dawn…
On a winter noon, if it snows…
Imprint… my name prayer…
On a fall evening…
To brighten life, you arrived…
When you laugh, the rising sun…
When you hug, the colorful rainbow…
Sit close by me, when the day arrives…
Kiss a golden sunshine …
I ll carry the warmth, they ll be colors all around me…
Call me gratitude…
On a spring morning…
You arrived…
With hope, help me weave the garlands…
Changing the dead thuds with musical greetings…
My name is surprise…
On a busy Saturday afternoon…
When you arrived, surprised…
When you hugged…
Call me love…
On a Saturday evening…
I have you…
Recognize me, I am today…
Call me thankful…
On a sleepy Monday morning…
The day breaks the deadbeats of the night,
You wake me and bring me a smile,
Your voice, solace…
My silence, submission…
Call me yours.
Searching for me…
My name is devotion…
When I come to you, dusk, and when I abandon, call me dawn…
On a winter noon, if it snows…
Imprint… my name prayer…
On a fall evening…
To brighten life, you arrived…
When you laugh, the rising sun…
When you hug, the colorful rainbow…
Sit close by me, when the day arrives…
Kiss a golden sunshine …
I ll carry the warmth, they ll be colors all around me…
Call me gratitude…
On a spring morning…
You arrived…
With hope, help me weave the garlands…
Changing the dead thuds with musical greetings…
My name is surprise…
On a busy Saturday afternoon…
When you arrived, surprised…
When you hugged…
Call me love…
On a Saturday evening…
I have you…
Recognize me, I am today…
Call me thankful…
On a sleepy Monday morning…
The day breaks the deadbeats of the night,
You wake me and bring me a smile,
Your voice, solace…
My silence, submission…
Call me yours.
the quotient rule
On a shooting star i wish everyday,
that please let tomorrow be unlike today,
let tomorrow be a better day, let me have my own way,
in my life- a little of my own say,
but,
when my wish comes true at the end of that day,
i wish again-god,
please let tomorrow be unlike today,
for once lead me the correct way,
teach me to overcome dismay,
give me the patience to enjoy sun's each ray,
and when i come to end this day,
let-oh! please let there be no tomorrow to call... today...
that please let tomorrow be unlike today,
let tomorrow be a better day, let me have my own way,
in my life- a little of my own say,
but,
when my wish comes true at the end of that day,
i wish again-god,
please let tomorrow be unlike today,
for once lead me the correct way,
teach me to overcome dismay,
give me the patience to enjoy sun's each ray,
and when i come to end this day,
let-oh! please let there be no tomorrow to call... today...
implicit differentiation
I haven't seen you,
i have felt you...deep in my soul....
you have struck the chords of my heart...
whenever i have met you...
its like waking up from a dream...
reach me someday and make this fantasy a reality,
and if not, then harden these tears that incessantly flow,
oh please shower some rain on the dying desert rose...
i have felt you...deep in my soul....
you have struck the chords of my heart...
whenever i have met you...
its like waking up from a dream...
reach me someday and make this fantasy a reality,
and if not, then harden these tears that incessantly flow,
oh please shower some rain on the dying desert rose...
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