2 AM, 15 April 2015 by ThePoisonedRose, literature
Literature
2 AM, 15 April 2015
Oh hush, you silly heart
There is no reason to feel so light
You are not the one.
Oh hush, you stupid heart,
You have no right, no claim at all.
Keep your voice down.
Oh hush, you poor, poor heart...
You shouldn't flutter...
No flight without the wings that you gave away.
Oh hush, my poor broken heart.
Mend the others
And watch them go.
When the Love falls by ThePoisonedRose, literature
Literature
When the Love falls
When the love falls
it shatters
hits the ground
Like a mirror held
in her bruised hand
when she sees her eyes
When the love falls
it hurts
like the knees on cold tiles
Like your voice
when you cry out
for the very last time
When the love falls
it echoes
like a prayer
Like the hoarse whispers
when you give in
to despair inside you
When the love falls
&em
Her dance tells the emotions of the song
The torn up heart, mended by passion
Every word filled with melancholy
Every note tells of the fire burning in her soul
Every step tells of her trust in his hands
Even if they're on her throat
All those hours she wonders what he's doing
Drowning in the cobalt, melancholy sea
Yet she's never giving up
Straightening her shoulders almost with a snap
Waiting for their passion to flare up
Even though she knows, she will be burned
But she lifts her head
And stalks through the fire
With a snarl thrown to him behind her
Because even if she is burned, she knows she won't die
Boy with the jade coloured eyes,
I feed my memories of you to the flaming pyre.
Let the flames reach the skies
Hot ashes hit the cold stone beneath
As the sacrificial drink will hit my throat.
Watch the ashes fly away,
Let my feet find my own path again
This is our last farewell.
Witching Hour
When moon shines bright
when sun warms my arms
this is when you will find me
standing amid the holy symbols
The wind gently plays with my hair
and water soothes my tired feet
this is when you will find me
cleansing chant will surround me.
When earth feeds and holds,
and fire takes to protect.
This is when you will find me,
in my witching hour...
2 AM, 15 April 2015 by ThePoisonedRose, literature
Literature
2 AM, 15 April 2015
Oh hush, you silly heart
There is no reason to feel so light
You are not the one.
Oh hush, you stupid heart,
You have no right, no claim at all.
Keep your voice down.
Oh hush, you poor, poor heart...
You shouldn't flutter...
No flight without the wings that you gave away.
Oh hush, my poor broken heart.
Mend the others
And watch them go.
When the Love falls by ThePoisonedRose, literature
Literature
When the Love falls
When the love falls
it shatters
hits the ground
Like a mirror held
in her bruised hand
when she sees her eyes
When the love falls
it hurts
like the knees on cold tiles
Like your voice
when you cry out
for the very last time
When the love falls
it echoes
like a prayer
Like the hoarse whispers
when you give in
to despair inside you
When the love falls
&em
Her dance tells the emotions of the song
The torn up heart, mended by passion
Every word filled with melancholy
Every note tells of the fire burning in her soul
Every step tells of her trust in his hands
Even if they're on her throat
All those hours she wonders what he's doing
Drowning in the cobalt, melancholy sea
Yet she's never giving up
Straightening her shoulders almost with a snap
Waiting for their passion to flare up
Even though she knows, she will be burned
But she lifts her head
And stalks through the fire
With a snarl thrown to him behind her
Because even if she is burned, she knows she won't die
Boy with the jade coloured eyes,
I feed my memories of you to the flaming pyre.
Let the flames reach the skies
Hot ashes hit the cold stone beneath
As the sacrificial drink will hit my throat.
Watch the ashes fly away,
Let my feet find my own path again
This is our last farewell.
Witching Hour
When moon shines bright
when sun warms my arms
this is when you will find me
standing amid the holy symbols
The wind gently plays with my hair
and water soothes my tired feet
this is when you will find me
cleansing chant will surround me.
When earth feeds and holds,
and fire takes to protect.
This is when you will find me,
in my witching hour...
On the wheels of steel
Amazon in leather rides
Sunglasses reflecting your eyes back
Roar of engine deafens the ears
Hair long and loose
Dark waves on her shoulders
Slender arms covered in poison ivy tattoo's
Bathed in reflection of street lights
Not the first, nor the last
To commit the sin
Of seeking her freedom
Calling road her home
Striking at the groping hands
Knives flashing, bottles flying
Outlaw in closed eyes of society
Goddess to those with open eyes
Tapping with foot to the ever present purr
Heavy army boots adore her feet
Eyes bright with delight
Smile just as wide
More speed and with roar she's gone again...
I am self taught "artist". I work in retail. I design sometimes. I change to create. But sometimes a Muse smiles to me and I will abuse the little talent that I have. My magic? Words and music.
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Current Residence: The Netherlands Favourite genre of music: Rock