nightfallThe night air is cool.nightfall by Contradictory55
Street lamps are coming on
and from my window seat,
narrow and confining,
there's a person on bike.
I wonder where they're going,
who they are, what they'll see,
whether they'll be friend or foe,
and if that will matter to me.
Ah, they're turning, turning,
out of sight now
behind the houses,
the trees, the lights
behind the sheltered,
comforting feel of night
I'm starting to feel witchy
as the first star shows its twinkle
thinking of these rhymes and rhythms
Like the beat of my heart
matches the breath of the wind
and the exhalation
of my sleeping sister next door
and the snores of father and mother
down the hall.
It's a night of magic and mystery:
no cloud covers the moon,
not quite full, not quite empty
and the scratching noise of branches
echoes my imagination,
narrow and confined,
my body starts to ache
longing for the comfort of the bed
just a few feet away.
I turn from the window,
face the curtain, but a glimpse
of another biker catches my eye
and I'm trans
not a prayerI don't feel younot a prayer by Contradictory55
in the broken tiles beneath my feet
I don't see you
in the murals of those who dedicated their lives to you
I don't taste you
in the flat, white, tasteless bread
I don't hear you
in the perfectly pitched melodies praising you
I don't sense you
in this cavernous hall of worship
You are not here,
in this time-worn church
with broken tiles and
You are not here,
in this massive, gilted altar,
in saint's mementos in places of honour on the side,
in the murals staring benevolently down from on high
You are not here.
This place, this building, this
is not where you are, no,
not when it is so empty and hollow,
deprived of the ones who believe in you.
You are outside,
in their eyes
in their hearts
in their minds
These people, this
little girl holding a candle to sell, this
little boy trying to do the same, this
woman holding homemade goodies that
are meant to fill bellies so that
she can fill her own.
You are not in the building of
Your creation's creation
stuckThere's a tiredness seeping into my bonesstuck by Contradictory55
because you're constantly in my thoughts
and I'm tiring of the unrequited.
If there was a cure for love
maybe I'd take it
if only to be rid of you
because every time we meet,
every time I see your face
or your name is mentioned
I am sent back
into that land of memories
where beauty is beautifully fake
and ugliness is terrifyingly real.
There's a longing seeping into my bones
because you're in the back of my mind
and I'm longing for those memories.
If I could change what needed to be changed
in order for there there to be an 'us'
perhaps I'd change it
if only to be with you
because you are the one who
impacts my senses
I feel a warmth, a tingle
when you're behind or beside me
something that only happens
when you're around.
There's a terror seeping into my bones
because your existence is important to me
and I'm terrified of your leaving.
you've already left.
So I've got to leave too
because love hasn't got a cure
and I don't want to be stuck
what is notmusic isn't just a beatwhat is not by Contradictory55
it's the rhythm of a soul
where heart-beats are just a backdrop
to the movement of feet and arms
in jerky anger or
voices aren't just sounds
they are ideas made permanent
words put into an action
on more than just paper
come to life with breath
words aren't just words
they are the definition of ideals
it's a way to capture meaning
to create something that
wasn't there before
visuals aren't just pictures
they are a captured moment
a creation, an idea that
could be best expressed with
lines and colours and
World at your feetWoke me up, hold me down.World at your feet by thc19
Heart's on the left and it's not right.
Just a pillar. None in sight.
It ain't a skyscraper, they pointed.
"Oh look- A kite!"
Still the old and familiar sea of faces.
Still, they got nothing on me.
Je t'aime~Strong beating heartJe t'aime~ by Shikyo-Uchiha
Sharp edges and warm skin
Tall and subtly designed
Not too flashy
Not plain enough to be hidden
Pure, beautiful heart
Unmatched eyes watching everything
Soft skin for touching
Soft lips for speaking
Soft hair for stroking
Fingers intertwined with mine
Warmth radiating to me
Future contemplated with each day
By my side or away
Your words will replay
I love you~
Why do you cry, child,|
Why are your tears so black?
What do you cry for,
What is it you lack?
Whatever wish you ask,
I'll grant it.
Whatever hope you hold,
I'll fulfill it.
Whatever dream you dream,
I'll make it come true.
For you see, child,
I am you.
A poem to go along with the picture by hgfdsasdfgh The picture is the ID
A high school Filipino Canadian female, and a violent bookworm, I enjoy arguing about the most inconsequential things. Fantasy fiction is my favourite genre, as well as romance and comedy. I have read many mangas, and watched a few animes. That's pretty much it?
That wonderful picture up there is by the magnificent Thank you so much you marvelous friend!
Current Residence: On a planet on an arm of the spiral galaxy the Milky Way
Favourite genre of music: Usually upbeat, or ones whose message I like
Favourite style of art: Expressive, simple, or amazingly detailed and looks effortless
MP3 player of choice: One that I am unable to break.
Personal Quote: Live life to the fullest, because tomorrow may not arrive.