I see wings that sprout from shoulders,
I see shiny slimy scales,
I see halos hanging over heads
and scary monsters' tails.
I see shining lights and radiance
and evil demon claws,
but in the end I see both good and evil
in us all.
SgraffitoHot breath hugging the curve of the golden apple...
I wouldn't hesitate to bite.
And that's the most I would do...
My skin can be this delicious.
A marinade flowing between us, a bridge of savor.
Our breaths a seesaw,
a rocking horse,
the layer of purity beneath innocence
chipped away in the heat.
Call me!Call me back, like you always do,
you never hesitate to give me a ring.
Make me dance and make me laugh,
and you can even try to make me sing.
You're always high above my head,
secretly giving me everything,
so call me back like you always do,
call me back with those puppet strings.
Like a candle, that old handle
sends a mighty fire to me.
When I feel your hand, I understand
the reasons why we're meant to be.
We move together, I don't know whether
or not you're feeling the same thing,
but one thing's for sure, that there's nothing more
than what I've got, nothing in being free.
You've got to call me back, like you always do,
no matter how many splinters you get.
Don't just leave me, please retrieve me
if you ever happen to forget.
I might be over thinking it all,
because nothing wrong has happened yet.
But call me back, like you always do,
just please, please call me back.
Past MidnightFate brings us closer together once more,
as if the story will never be done,
but we've already learned and we've already grown
so I feel like I've already won.
How much more can I change, and what more do I need
is there reason to this anymore?
Or is happiness all that remains of our fate
until the end I've been waiting for?
A Little to the Left(singsongy)
That intimate position will negate any admission you would need to speak with me..
I'm always open for a chat with you, in fact I'd rather that you do proceed...
We don't even need a topic, since I know you're not myopic and we have such chemistry...
Just promise that we'll speak again, or my life will become bleak again, you see~
Sweet StingerThe honey flowing from your lips
cascading like a golden curtain of sweet silk
did not reach my tongue, but instead my lungs
as I breathed in the taste, the warmth,
the smooth essence of your words
which I savor in my own.
The pure emotion in your eyes
lured me to your hive
surrounding me with the comfort
that I was idly searching for.
I was addicted to the taste I hadn't even tasted,
but I heard it, I saw it, I smelled it, I felt it,
I breathed it, I lived it, I loved it, I kept it.
A Note to VisitorsAn oasis in a stone palace,
my heart is a waterfall of life,
a burst of lush elation
buried in ancient walls and pillars
clutching onto one another-
twisting mazes of cold,
that fear the wandering touches of tourists.
(my heart is
a breath of life in a tomb,
a treasure to be found
but not taken,
not even in pictures
because the flash can be damaging!)
headless horsesYou force my head down like you're booking me
got me boiling and drowning like you're cooking me
when you look towards the ground, you think you look at me
but I'm still around without what you took from me.
You do what you do cause you're afraid of change
we are stallions who don't need you holding reins
and if only you knew that we share the same pain,
yes, it's true, believe it or not we are the same.
LemonadeThe sweetness of this lemonade,
so smooth just like a serenade,
as soft as gently falling snow,
as light as the sun's morning glow.
The perfect punch- so bittersweet!
The flavor sweeps me off my feet.
A rhythm sparks from just one taste~
Lemons will destroy the human race~
Shadow in a sunny worldI don't want to hate...
I don't want to always turn away from you;
smiling or sullen,
in my presence you afflict me...
I know I can't go back,
I can't forgive you for the way you've been.
Trying to gain my affection
has only hurt me even more.
The damage is already done,
and every day I have to feel this pain.
Any respect I had for you is gone,
and now I just try to stay away.
-In the endless tranquil forest,
Hidden by the shadows beneath the leaves,
I smile; at peace with the world,
As your corpse smiles back at me...
A Chance?A Chance?
If noone gives you a chance for a long time,
then when you are finally given one,
most of the times, you gonna fail.
And you'll ask for a second one,
but you don't deserve it,
because out there there are many like you
still awaiting the first one.
Don't Ask For A Chance, Demand What You Need.
The End of the WorldI didn't prepare for the end of the world.
I somehow thought that we, reclusive in a hardened bubble-shell, would survive it.
I didn't brace for impact, I didn't even consider it happening to us. Why would I?
I didn't prepare rations, bedding or bunkers.
It didn't occur to me to imagine a post-apocalyptic world in which our love wasn't enough.
I didn't see it coming. It destroyed me nonetheless.
The end of the world doesn't care for your readiness.
AnimusIf I could
I would vomit my soul
And let it chain itself
To my speech
Like a parasite.
I would let it
Become my puppet master,
And let it sway my arms
I never thought
Instead, I've kept my soul
Trapped in a cage
And watched it
Try to bite
It's way to freedom.
Mia Efkeria?Μια Ευκαιρία;
Αν κανείς δε σου δίνει μια ευκαιρία για πολύ καιρό,
τότε όταν τελικά κάποιος σου δώσει μία,
το πιο πιθανό είναι να αποτύχεις.
Και θα ζητήσεις μια δεύτερη ευκαιρία,
αλλά δεν την αξίζεις,
ForeverYou asked me
how far I would go
for you but you never took
that the earth is round so
I’ll end up
-the stars shine
in those brown eyes
(they're terribly empty, aren't they?)
and i know
that every day
is a struggle
(i'm sorry i can't help you)
have been so
b r o k e n
(and no matter what i do, nothing can fix you)
but the emptiness
in those eyes
seems to fade
(and life flickers in those brown hues)
so i'll climb
every mountain top
(just so you can see all the stars in the universe)
UnitedSo far away
But so close anyway
Going separate ways
But connected, always
United our hearts are
Is our treasure
Even when afar
Our bonds are unbreakable
Our secrets we share
For each other we stand
Everytime and everywhere
cognitive dissonanceto: the eater of gods
you are not a writer.
you are a consumer, which
is ironic, since you do what you do
for the consumption
of the masses. sometimes.
or the consumption of yourself.
to: the small-minded one, the one who glamorises
you are not a writer.
at least, not by your own definition.
you are a professional liar, an angrysad
seabird stealing food/dreams/thought
the only title you can lay claim to
to: some combination of twenty-six letters
some paper person
some notebook child,
you are not a writer.