Walked acrost the wooden door
Threshold above the wooden floor
Forewords world is the score
Sad and weary the tales I lore
Categories:
forewords, angst, anxiety,
Form: Rhyme
Torchfire and brimstone heaven then rained down her might
Inch by inch, from within, without; she ascended
Into being, breathing ; bathed in an eerie light
Humming energy, cacophony crescended
Distorted features and the body contortions
Backward motions propelling her ever forwards
Crying out the songs of her many misfortunes
Proceeding with gentle preludes, her loud forewords
Creeping on all eight limbs to her master, she stole
While he shakes with fear or denial, grave mistakes
Seven elements made her body, but not soul
Tears in his eyes, as a hardened heart crumbles, breaks
Still bodies buried, her soul sent to the abyss
Like a patchwork chimera, his homunculus
Categories:
forewords, dark,
Form: Sonnet
You'll cry a pond or the ocean,
but who will care?
The one and only, plucky motion
I should've dare.
It's really hard to recover
from the fever.
'In any case don't let it govern
the gravity lever!'
I'd been taught. It all ended
in conflagration.
Beside the grave knees were bended
in consolation.
I should've learnt: what's born
in flames and fireworks -
a deadly curse, poisoned thorn,
epitaph of forewords.
But noone care, except, maybe,
hysteric loner,
who'd lost the key for the abbey
inside the manor
belonged to misery and tears,
steady dejection.
I'm glad to face only peers
in foes' reflection.
I'm glad to thank you for Nothing
which can't be bare,
for that thrown rocks which had roughen
mine soft nightmare.
I'm glad to say, lucky you,
I'll overcome this..
Although, you know, to tell the truth,
I hope, I won't miss
this perfect script in the clouds,
swing in the garden...
I want to say, at least, wanted...
I beg you pardon.
{
I love you.
Pardon.
}
18.03.2013
NikA
Categories:
forewords, allegory, courage, dream, forgiveness,
Form: Verse
our lives is full of moment's from all kind's of stories we live based on hope and faith .
so much heart breake and trouble time's come into our lives that causes us to want to let go
but every step we take backwords we come forewords one more time.
we deal with so much in our lives these day's with work and our health and everyday it's the
same old thing outrageous time's ahead.
how do we balance and question life in today's world when time's look deem/
it feel's like we fighting to keep up but yet falling also .
will life ever get better this i wish i know.
Categories:
forewords, lifelife,
Form: I do not know?