He's a dragon lily,
Dawning in the summer
Opening his eyes in hope
It glows as it's pacified to find,
even on the extinction of his family,
His heart that glows on the gili.
Surreal Bubbles of Stored Memories by kartiksharma, literature
Literature
Surreal Bubbles of Stored Memories
Silent words take over the witch hours,
And flutter with the fireflies,
It's as if they pretend to be stars,
That ignite the charcoal sky.
And as they glow, they gleam twofold,
Once in the beautiful moonlit sky,
And then in the ocean of my mind,
That reflects every bit of its winsome.
Painted in the beauty of such seeming stars,
For they say you reap what you sow,
Did these words bleed into the sky from the profound?
Lost admist their surreal beauty, I don't know.
These pseudo-fireflies slick in their craft,
Paint emotions, hopes and scars,
What irony that such restless proficients,
Come only when I lay tiresome.
Their surreal transmiss
As My Veins Turn Red Again by kartiksharma, literature
Literature
As My Veins Turn Red Again
Within darkness I writhe, as his whispering blows wither my lips to autumn,
I know every stone of this floor, colored with congealed carmine that oozed off my eye
Your talons grasp my shoulder, a vulture clutching carrion close to it's beak
Your serpent fangs shatter all sensation in my shoulder
your knife makes my broken veins howl for plasma, your purple haze chokes the air off me
A crown of thorns are the remnants of my pride crying its demise,
As you whisper your howled haunted horrific hallucinations
The cries of my dried throat have been clasped in unheard silences.
A false sunrise grasps my heart in its leather fingers,
My eyes open
Never Fall, But Rise In Love by kartiksharma, literature
Literature
Never Fall, But Rise In Love
Painted in rainbows like a little girls dreams,
Who knew they will turn into hallucinated howled horrifying screams,
I want to hold you, open your beautifully sculpted arms,
Dressed as a rose, it's a bed of thorns,
The boundaries of distance and time we share,
Running away from the Suns glare,
I want to be yours, one and only,
But the time tells me I'm forever lonely,
I'm the character and then pen is in your hands,
Change our story so forever we can,
Never fall, but rise in love,
Hold my heart inside your glove,
I'll be your Jack and you'd be my Jill,
Together we'll cross the Happily Ever After Hill,
So hold me tight and never let go,
Counting years and it's been 5,
you're happier than ever and I don't despise,
every year, this day, I open this book,
dust off the dirt and clean it with my brook...
Flipping pages and counting crows,
The scars fade and don't go,
Need to blanket this hole,
that shivers the heart and torments the soul...
Blame my memory for remembering every word you said,
Every single fantasy is trapped in my head,
As I get used to this one sided play
Feelings now slowly dry away...
The connection of the hearts along seven continents becomes thin,
But the heart still wants the touch of your skin,
As you become one with someone else your touch peels away,
I
A Cool Winter Breeze That Never Stays... by kartiksharma, literature
Literature
A Cool Winter Breeze That Never Stays...
I spot you from far,
With your hands on the bars,
You're doing yoga, you see me,
Look down and give a glee.
We flow past each other like a cool winter breeze,
Enjoying the sensation of tacit feelings release,
Words unspoken and no greetings exchanged,
Just shyly looking at one another like a couple newly engaged.
But as soon as it's 8, it's late and you leave early,
Or if I sit close you maintain distance surly,
No signals given, right or wrong,
We're strangers after all, familiar to unsung love songs.
And one last breeze blows as you leave,
A little goodbye glance and then we proceed,
These sensations felt with so many yet nobody says,
Th
In this sea load of minerals,
she's one of the mermaids,
looking for her finest of pearl
who lives as a mirage everytime,
She gave up on many "almosts"
To find the most perfect
Maybe there is no perfect
Maybe there is no love
A love as perfect as a pearl.
Expectations Killed The Healed Dove by kartiksharma, literature
Literature
Expectations Killed The Healed Dove
Expectations killed the healed dove,
All her feelings bare, covered by glove,
All that she wanted was wisest of love,
She thought she had it this time.
She blindfolded herself and grew up too early,
And too a flight off to Paris and Brunei,
The deepest of fears hit the deary,
When the promising winds let her fall.
She dreamed too much, assumed some more,
Even after she fell she thought she'd sore,
But life has something else in store
And now, she cannot fly until next life.
"What was it?" she asks, "What was my crime?"
She burns when the ravens fly with another dime,
Well birdie you flew before it were time,
Another unripened fruit falls f
He's a dragon lily,
Dawning in the summer
Opening his eyes in hope
It glows as it's pacified to find,
even on the extinction of his family,
His heart that glows on the gili.
Surreal Bubbles of Stored Memories by kartiksharma, literature
Literature
Surreal Bubbles of Stored Memories
Silent words take over the witch hours,
And flutter with the fireflies,
It's as if they pretend to be stars,
That ignite the charcoal sky.
And as they glow, they gleam twofold,
Once in the beautiful moonlit sky,
And then in the ocean of my mind,
That reflects every bit of its winsome.
Painted in the beauty of such seeming stars,
For they say you reap what you sow,
Did these words bleed into the sky from the profound?
Lost admist their surreal beauty, I don't know.
These pseudo-fireflies slick in their craft,
Paint emotions, hopes and scars,
What irony that such restless proficients,
Come only when I lay tiresome.
Their surreal transmiss
As My Veins Turn Red Again by kartiksharma, literature
Literature
As My Veins Turn Red Again
Within darkness I writhe, as his whispering blows wither my lips to autumn,
I know every stone of this floor, colored with congealed carmine that oozed off my eye
Your talons grasp my shoulder, a vulture clutching carrion close to it's beak
Your serpent fangs shatter all sensation in my shoulder
your knife makes my broken veins howl for plasma, your purple haze chokes the air off me
A crown of thorns are the remnants of my pride crying its demise,
As you whisper your howled haunted horrific hallucinations
The cries of my dried throat have been clasped in unheard silences.
A false sunrise grasps my heart in its leather fingers,
My eyes open
Never Fall, But Rise In Love by kartiksharma, literature
Literature
Never Fall, But Rise In Love
Painted in rainbows like a little girls dreams,
Who knew they will turn into hallucinated howled horrifying screams,
I want to hold you, open your beautifully sculpted arms,
Dressed as a rose, it's a bed of thorns,
The boundaries of distance and time we share,
Running away from the Suns glare,
I want to be yours, one and only,
But the time tells me I'm forever lonely,
I'm the character and then pen is in your hands,
Change our story so forever we can,
Never fall, but rise in love,
Hold my heart inside your glove,
I'll be your Jack and you'd be my Jill,
Together we'll cross the Happily Ever After Hill,
So hold me tight and never let go,
Counting years and it's been 5,
you're happier than ever and I don't despise,
every year, this day, I open this book,
dust off the dirt and clean it with my brook...
Flipping pages and counting crows,
The scars fade and don't go,
Need to blanket this hole,
that shivers the heart and torments the soul...
Blame my memory for remembering every word you said,
Every single fantasy is trapped in my head,
As I get used to this one sided play
Feelings now slowly dry away...
The connection of the hearts along seven continents becomes thin,
But the heart still wants the touch of your skin,
As you become one with someone else your touch peels away,
I
A Cool Winter Breeze That Never Stays... by kartiksharma, literature
Literature
A Cool Winter Breeze That Never Stays...
I spot you from far,
With your hands on the bars,
You're doing yoga, you see me,
Look down and give a glee.
We flow past each other like a cool winter breeze,
Enjoying the sensation of tacit feelings release,
Words unspoken and no greetings exchanged,
Just shyly looking at one another like a couple newly engaged.
But as soon as it's 8, it's late and you leave early,
Or if I sit close you maintain distance surly,
No signals given, right or wrong,
We're strangers after all, familiar to unsung love songs.
And one last breeze blows as you leave,
A little goodbye glance and then we proceed,
These sensations felt with so many yet nobody says,
Th
In this sea load of minerals,
she's one of the mermaids,
looking for her finest of pearl
who lives as a mirage everytime,
She gave up on many "almosts"
To find the most perfect
Maybe there is no perfect
Maybe there is no love
A love as perfect as a pearl.
Expectations Killed The Healed Dove by kartiksharma, literature
Literature
Expectations Killed The Healed Dove
Expectations killed the healed dove,
All her feelings bare, covered by glove,
All that she wanted was wisest of love,
She thought she had it this time.
She blindfolded herself and grew up too early,
And too a flight off to Paris and Brunei,
The deepest of fears hit the deary,
When the promising winds let her fall.
She dreamed too much, assumed some more,
Even after she fell she thought she'd sore,
But life has something else in store
And now, she cannot fly until next life.
"What was it?" she asks, "What was my crime?"
She burns when the ravens fly with another dime,
Well birdie you flew before it were time,
Another unripened fruit falls f
We were once strong
A tribe of nobles
Now lost in our own caves
The clouds move above
And they mutter loudly
Talking of our lost heart
Tech meant to make us one
Sharing as a whole
To give us a pure voice
How's that working out
Once we were fierce
Some nights the throne feels so empty.
I miss the clinking of chains,
the moans of both ecstasy and agony.
And I remember those days
when I had so many by my side.
When companionship was a constant
and never this loneliness of night.
I remember so clearly, that perhaps it is time,
to find another for this collar;
another soul who would dare:
To become a masterpiece of satisfaction,
that I could slowly rend and tear...
Now tell me my dear, would any of you like to volunteer as tribute?
A Lullaby to Say Goodbye by WordOfChen, literature
Literature
A Lullaby to Say Goodbye
I am aware that I must suffer.
To deny this would be the equivalent
of walking blindly down a busy road
and pretending the traffic doesn't exist.
I am aware that my suffering will be constant;
much like these precious memories of you.
Stored from the short time we were happy,
until you decided I wouldn't miss you.
But now I am well aware of what I must do.
In the past I would have been happy,
with that little cottage in the woods.
I would have given up anything to raise a family;
to have loved you as I should.
But fates decided upon my original destiny,
and it seems they will not let me go.
So instead of fighting, I surrender,
If there's one thing I adore,
it's being told not do something.
You see every time I know that my actions hurt you,
it puts a little smile on my face that might well be a virtue.
It makes me remember exactly why I do what I do,
simply because of how uncomfortable it makes you.
So again, I'll state, I am the Toymaker.
I enjoy creating dolls and quite frankly--
my dolls enjoy me.
Sure they might stray every once in awhile,
You have to let them wander for a few years in fact.
But always come back to where it is bitter and black;
because the darkness that I breathe,
is utterly enticing.
"Now then, while I let my old batch roam, who would li
I've come to learn exactly who you are,
and quite frankly, I do adore it.
From the way you smile and tease me,
to your kind heart and sharp wit.
You are someone whom I consider an equal,
and as a queen, there is no one more fit.
If I were to stand in a shield wall,
I would have you by my side.
If I were to be an Emperor,
for you, I would swallow my pride.
For I've come to realise I desire your company more than anything else,
And a true soulmate could never be bought, not even with the finest jewels or excessive wealth.
Nay, your companionship has to be earned,
and I am honestly glad to do so.