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  • pseudonym123
    Mar 7, 2019

    Her hair was reddish like the desert;
    Sunny white seas floating;
    The fiery eyes of that woman;
    Selling crown flowers outside your porch;
    I played the Gymnopedie no. 1;
    I let my heart sank until my emotions dragged me;
    It was the 10th of July and she poured my heart with wine;
    The Gymnopedie has slowly tied me with her hands;
    And we are one, she sang the song with her angelic soprano voice;
    Her talented voice seems like a whisper;
    I knew that her hands were created to destruct my own mind;
    But we are wearing the same length of gown;
    And we dance until its dawn;
    Her mom called me;
    It was supper that took me;
    Her hair scarcely tied itself;
    I tiptoed so I’ll be careful with every word I spoke;
    I’ve waited for him to knock on my door;
    To hear his excited footsteps running;
    Waiting to be cured by the infection of his stress;
    I comb my long red hair;
    And made it looked so beautiful so he’ll admire its grace;
    He loved its bravery;
    He smiled and kissed her blushed cheek;
    She smiled and whispered her passion to his heart;
    They walked the same and turned each step like a fairy tale;
    They’ve believed it.

    Her hands are shaking from the frightening idea;
    She wanted to kill her beloved while he sleeps;
    It was her adjoining head;
    Her step sister;
    The daughter of the underworld;
    Her dress was soaked with blood;
    And she thought that it was someone else’s;
    He stared at her and thought that by the pleads of her skirt;
    It was known that she was hurting inside;
    He came and covered her with the towers of his own;
    She was safe and calm;
    Sleeping like a child;
    Her dreams had vanished;

    -- Its just me, who wrote some nonsense.

  • pseudonym123
    Aug 4, 2016

    I hear voices
    these voices
    was a voice of an old man
    a mature man in his mid 30's
    recites the story
    named or titled the messenger
    the story's protagonist was Maddie
    A simple young girl
    Confused with everything
    innocent looking eyes,
    her hair was a dark raven that framed her oval face.
    recite recite
    Aren't you afraid
    I'm tired
    this girl was named maddie always upset
    of the students inside the dormitory.

  • pseudonym123
    Aug 4, 2016

    My friend wants to travel inside the cave of doom
    Icey field eyes and souls with no temper
    Cold blooded killers hiding in the closet
    dying souls wants to be saved
    Poor dearly child
    You're lost.
    Where are you?
    Where do you want to travel

  • pseudonym123
    Aug 4, 2016

    I can't think of anything
    my hunger my starving chest
    Where is the last salted shed
    Do not plead nor do not weep
    my soul a constiuent of glum
    I'm a teary soul
    who's not been born
    but mid 20's my delusions
    I'm not coping with my thoughts
    My thoughts where like my house

    I'm listening
    listening to the audio
    a man reading, reciting each and every simple words
    that don't mean a thing to me
    I don't recall these new words

    Story's more like a cheap lie
    A creation of reclines

  • pseudonym123
    Aug 4, 2016

    walking on a dark gloomy sunday
    memories of the past dust and ashes
    coming from the shadows that lied inside my head
    I' am gone and I' am oblivious
    Making up stories with my childhood friends
    No one hath ever trusted
    White walls scattered
    Blood spilled hands covered with red lights

    Searching for something that's been gone for years
    i' am starving, I'am lost
    I' am still walking with my saturated thoughts
    Hanging on walls, skins diluting
    eyes dilating
    where's justice
    where's justice

    'Tis whole place was an imagination
    The velvet skies
    the sunburnt eyes
    Once was a glassy eye

  • pseudonym123
    May 23, 2016

    So as not to speak
    As words are here to poison
    The miserable heart it has chosen
    I bind not blindeth on wher’s I laid my heart’s end

    T’was a mischievous song and a sweet scent
    Alas the end is near and neareth shall I bind thee
    So as to beset someone to collect my reality
    As I gain strength to give my covert sentiments

    Bewitched by the eyes of nigh ol’ amour
    Whispers of greatness thee angels sinking deeply
    Drowning on savagery as I was scrapped dearly
    T’was nigh my ol’ amour death shall devour us

    Alas the end is near
    A scantily shanty promise
    Longed and forgotten
    Is it I who will bid farewell?

    I, a scared entity
    A coward, nay I say doth I could ne’er speak such sentiments
    Forget me and leave me be

    I, a living entity but nearly death has taken me
    Doth already poisoned my heart’s hope
    If I could love, says the ol’ lad
    I do, I do keep my sentiments at bay

    I abhor it everyday


  • pseudonym123
    May 19, 2016

    here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a treee called life; which grows higher than the soul can home or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
    — e.e. cummings

  • pseudonym123
    May 11, 2016

    even if the stars and sunsets ignored us
    my only little heart was lost
    T'was ignored by the prince who's gone
    Out there, out there drifting round the cove
    I could die with my sadness
    crying o crying for if he could hear
    my only grief was to make him hear
    what a lil' beat could've been
    T'was a lil' light that could've shone

  • pseudonym123
    Mar 30, 2016

    You’re a great philosopher
    You have schemed and spoke like a mourner
    Deep lines of invitation but I doubted your hands
    Your utmost way to express your sympathy
    Is quite horrendous
    I have been scrutinizing your thoughts
    I’ve seen dust and the watery eyes you have cheated
    You have shredded the woman’s dream
    You have dismembered their hearts
    Left them with excruciating pain
    Just because you earned a striking face;
    Doesn’t mean you have the right to deface their fancy hands.

    You’re a monster hiding behind that beautiful smile
    Your eyes that lied for a thousand years
    How come you have chosen me to dance?
    Become one with the fire
    I have never felt the affection
    I never earned one
    You can’t take me,


  • pseudonym123
    Mar 30, 2016

    I have given you chances to open the sacred path
    Yet you chose to wander inside the labyrinth
    I know what you’re trying to imply

  • I set my eyes through coral's spine;
    I breathe beneath my one last dime;
    I flew above like birds can fly;
    I tore my heart to say goodbye.

  • pseudonym123
    Mar 23, 2016

    As I danced outside
    With our blissful blight
    I plead for peace
    That will be soon our delight

  • pseudonym123
    Feb 13, 2016

    Roses concealed my dreary fate
    Roses walked incapacitated and confused
    Rose was my inflamed sense of rejection
    Roses has already fade away
    Roses killed my everlasting hope
    Roses made me shed tears for a day
    Roses gave me my outstretched sleep
    Roses was my smirking revenge
    Roses and I decided to leave

  • pseudonym123
    Nov 19, 2015

    As I'm Behind the sacred path;
    I flew above with poisoned wrath;
    My eyes that once look after you;
    These words are gone with acid hue;
    He was ashamed of what I felt;
    These dreams I held inside the shelf;
    I sleep again beneath these sheets;
    Thy whispers of the owls I keep.

    -Random thoughts

    Nov 19, 2015

It's hard to enjoy practical jokes when your whole life feels like one.
— Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian