I have been staring at her photograph for almost ten minutes now. Why? I don’t know. That’s the worst part…i don’t know. I don’t even know myself now. I wasn’t like this was I?
*In my own magic, I am standing without a soul…*
There she is with her long auburn hair. I am watching the Moon now, wishing that she is doing the same. I can touch the Moon and then maybe touch Her. Like the Forbidden Fruit, so tempting but so far, so out of my reach, but so close…
*We walk into the Night, to bid You farewell…* There she is on my screen, staring right at me. The amber eyes defy the boundaries on which beauty is defined…they defy me! They defy my sense of love, they define my sense of desire. They defy all i stood for, all i was created upon, yet i want them so badly. I want to stare at those amber gold eyes of hers, i want her to pierce my soul as strong and as brutal as she is doing now. I want her to look deep into my jet balck eyes and tell me those words i always feared…*Why can’t you see that i try? When every tear shed, is for you?* I close my eyes, trying to sleep. I think of her, i want to dream of her tonight. I want her to come and invade my dreamlands where i walk alone. I want to hear her breathing next to me, i want to feel her lips upon mine…not a carnal lust but a holy desire. I want to hold her hand, never letting go…so simple yet as grand and complicated as Gods.*I fed the Fire, with my Flesh and Desire…* I stare at her photograph…that look of hers…rebellious, ready to strike. She rebels at my idea of love, she defies laws of my universe! She strikes at my heart that hammers my chest at the simplest thought of her…*I burn in You, when You burn in Me!* The Moon. She is watching Her now. I hope. She is seeing Me now in Her Dream….I hope, and will always…———-Hope you like it people š
Sort of like poetry almost. A little melodramatic.. .but aren’t we all sometimes. It was more than decent… Damn, I’m bad at compliments, aren’t I? Anyhow, I really liked it. Please write more? *gives scorpion puppy-dog look*
I will write more i like it š kinda syko self-rehabilitation…and i cant resist those kinda looks lol š
i don’t like it and i am sure she doesn’t see you in her fucking dream.
I find this piece beautiful. A bit rough around the edges perhaps, but inspired none-the-less. From a Jungian perspective, it reminds me of the longing for union with that shard of soul within. Yet the poet within me feels that psychology is too banal to apprehend its caress. All in all, I enjoyed reading it. Write more!
You got it baad,dont ya?
“by Anonymous” duuuhhhhh….
i don’t like it…
i think these other people are giving you stupid comments. it’s not bad at all.
shard,
it tis I your lady moon…
don’t believe what some of these ppl are commenting. i think of you too everynight when i fall asleep, and before. i wish i was there with you, to fall asleep next to you, for you to hold me close to you, to feel you lips touch mine. you are more dear to me then anything, and that email that you sent me, well, none of this is weird. noone has ever done this, noone has ever made me feel this way before. ignore those unbelievable jerks, who think that this is just some poem, or that i don’t feel you in my heart. let them be damned.
at night, i gaze out my window, into the moon, and i see your face in it. whispering to me good night. oh, how i wish that i could be with you there, and not on the other side of the country. you are everything to me, and let alex be damned. (now you know it is me.)
i love you, onur.
your lady moon.
to the person who thinks that i don’t see him in my fucking dream, let you be damned!!!
you know nothing!
you contemptious asshole!
fuck you,
moon.
well,
i didn’t know to do the whole “login”thingy, but now that i have…
i love you, shard…
I liked that… it’s like… I don’t know how to say it… but I really liked that and I think that those could say they didn’t like it without any reason… well… fuck ’em
-Undivine Inspiration
Cool. I like it. It feels real. Bravo.
Cool. I like it. It feels real.