Flow Of Energy
The flow of energy on earth has primarily two constant parts: Life and Death.
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The flow of energy on earth has primarily two constant parts: Life and Death.
Dedicated in support and praise of @stablish and others The edge of night is at my door - Indigo and stars first-fledged Rich and deep, like dancing sleep...
Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the fate of this young girl... She will be put into the Arena with Life the Lion.
Life is as fragile as a dream. Are we living in the subconscious of our minds, our memories or our wishes. Is this the life that we live for. That we truly see as ours.
Yesterday, I was the mist of the waterfall. Tomorrow I will be a raindrop. Racing toward my destiny. But today. I am the cloud. Floating amidst the mountain peaks. The hangman’s noose is empty.
If I were to draw a picture of me. I am standing still. All alone in the middle of an ocean that has no beginning and no end. My back is turned towards me.
I am within you, I am without. I can make you a genius Or burn you out, I can melt you like plastic In a fiery furnace, I can make you crack Make you ashes, worthless.
Another poem in the language of Lucifer, pandas. I'm getting the hang of it :) Laih zar lailas mol mondis pandaleh. Leh sune zar mondise, mol es viis jiningleh.
The Illustrated Man from cover to cover, He walks the dusty plains seeking minds yet undiscovered.
I shook my own hand And travelled deep within me My skin absorbed the wind and the drought My heart seduced the veins around it And crawled within me The sands took stand To dry the love within...
I was a man with a magnificent plan. I was going to die. That was my plan. Fuck it, I'll just go out with a bang. Screw it, I don't need to be told a thing. Shut the fuck up, and kiss my royal ring.
When it started, there was nothingness, as there was not even the feeling of numbness. Only a call to action, a call from the emptiness.
Call the cries Whisper... Screams.. The fog of sighs drifting... trapped... To be in the skies My heart filled tear the moon... hiding... The beauty in fear Kissing the stars Magic... Mystic...
Silence is beautiful,. Silence is still,. Silence is perfect,. Controlled by will,. Silence is the thing that lurks in the dark,. Silence is the thing ended by the lark,.
A doll within a doll, A layer inside a layer, Person in a person, Here beside there, Line you up like soldiers As you march along my floor, Then pop you back in one by one Don't want six of you no...
Dreamer he invades. Reality soon fades. Flavoured fragrance of. Yesterday. Entwined with flowers of. Tomorrow. Sun kissed fountains. Dances with your mystery. Spreads colour across.
~ I wrote this when I was 17ish and wasn't really into poetry. I just found it crammed in my documents and thought I'd digitalise it (for the planet and all :P) It's pretty crap.
How do we know that things will ever end. How do we know that when we think things will end... And that things will ever cease to be. That once we think it is all over, it won't finish.
I used to have such a scientific mind.
To kiss the black. of your eyes. to behold. your thorn crown. To bow in dreams. your skin shadow. blood jewels. kings of dreams. Splendid colours. fashioning pain. rivers shifting. in a magic night.
I was talking to death and he told me how everyone came to him for all the wrong reasons. They went for an escape from all the pain and suffering they called their life.
Colour your heart. as if painted. for me it to hold. Kiss of infinite. time tears of a beauty. star teardrops. Black veiled. star covered all. divine circle ring. Gazing tranquil. new beginning.
Time changes everything, changes everyone. The ((invisible)) un$toppable force that gets a hold on everything. Time is a healer <3 Time is a torturer----<^> Time is was(t)ing.
The Dark, The Light. I have written these words with capital letters because they are names. Names, titles, the same for some.