Miraquill
oh me, oh my!
the spring sunlight glanced on the window of your eye
my lense looked at you
like there was something worth looking at
the type of look that Romeo would give to Juliet
you look like a beautiful, picturesque sunset over the ocean
and I think you are picture-perfect
tell me, how do I smile like you?
there is something about your smile
it makes someone's heart take a pause
it has a crippled old man standing on ten toes
your smile spreads like a red tint on ripening tomatoes
oh yes! indeed, summer is in the air
and my camera gives you reasons to stare
if I need you to share
a smile with my camera, would you dare?
smiling faces are everywhere
but a crooked smile is very rare
how do you turn a crooked smile into something fair
how do I smile like you?
©aesthete_03
aesthete_03
A solitary artist with sore bandages on my fingers, blinded by the dust in this sand storm but I still hit the right notes. ��
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aesthete_03
85w
Read MoreCrooked Smile ��
It is not ours
it is mine.
You gaze at it for hours
like it is a gold mine.
(A Smile Braces Could Never Straighten) -
So...
I was taking a walk the other night
And I think I saw a woman, a lost woman
Wrapped in a frigid chiffon dress
Surrounded by the alley dumped mess
I decided to walk over and land a helping hand...
Next second I knew, I was running from a dark man dressed in a 'white chiffon' dress screening: "you have lost your life!"
1-2-3 steps like an amateur on the dance floor
4-5-6 bullets to the head, life was no more
7-8-9 minutes later, the last breathe became sore
It felt like my world came to a stand but time was still moving forward
The feeling of an apocalypse happening but nothing was awkward
Couldn't feel pain, couldn't feel the midnight drizzle
Somebody had to call 911, a soul had left its vessel
©aesthete_03 -
Welcome to the modern day society
This is a place for both you and me
This is a place where I will probably...
Die walking back home from the candy store
I'll probably die just a few inches away from your mother's door
I'll probably die because of these cops in blue badges
I'll probably die because of my blaq inevitable patches
I'll probably die because "I can't breathe", strangled by pages
I'll probably die running from a lady in a silk dress, on a mission to create a crime scene
I'll probably die because that is what you do when you are seventeen
©aesthete_03 -
But why,
why do I have to suffer?
The pain in my heart carries burdens of struggle.
Everything is falling.
The world is chasing,
new worldly possessions.
My flash is burning,
my soul is breaking.
Eternal pain or sufficient poison,
which one would you lessen?
Tell me,
why do I have to bleed?
Every stone thrown at you rests at my feet.
No roses on the sidewalk,
it is just blood on the concrete.
©aesthete_03 -
aesthete_03
96w
Tik tok, Tik tok
Sounds his antique brown clock
It whispers: It is getting late
Its twelve on the dot
His time is up . . .
The silence becomes too silent
Everything that was vibrant
Suddenly comes to a stand
©aesthete_03 -
aesthete_03
96w
•Shade Of Gray•
The whole world is evolving around my fingers
The madness and chaos is smashing my bones to flinders
This whole world is crawling it's way to my pencil point
Crying it's way to my finger joint
I am afraid it will impregnate my canvas with liquid
Too bad I cannot turn a dark world into something vivid
My gray graphite, is not so bright
yet I declare: "let there be a light"
Hoping it gives light to your eyes
Warmth to your heart of ice
I hope these shades of gray lighten up what was not seen
And color your long paled skin
For your darkness cannot settle down on this canvas
©aesthete_03 -
aesthete_03
97w
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my little paint brush is on a canvas
red-yellow, appeares to be the new color of my fingers
you have one pen and a million papers
why do you have ink smeared all on your fingers
your little black book is thicker than the old testament
it's old and dusty, nothing close to vivid
behind my canvas is an old fellow named sir Raymond
he's old and rusty, a walking replica of timid
your paper, my canvas
your pen is my paint brush
your words paint a thousand pictures
but my picture is worth a thousand words
You are a solitary writer, with a heart that is faint
I am afraid, a perfect world for you I cannot paint
but a fatal attraction is common
and what we have in common is painYour paper, My canvas
©aesthete_03
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ohhhwell
85w
Mi amor
I stared into your bright hazel eyes as I sat in the front row and heard your divine voice that left the audience hypothesized in your world where love is roses and kisses dipped in poerty.
I often fantasize about my final moments on this foreign land and wonder if our fragmented souls will ever be entwined.
Mi amor, if I die young, dress me in satin and lay me on a bed of white roses.
Mi amor , I love you even though I wish this land swallowed every bit of my existence.
Believe me when I say I lived a thousand lives before you and none as divine as the life I share with you.
©ohhhwell -
ohhhwell
94w
intoxicated
We drank tequila and smoked cigars.
We drew castles in the sky and we promised each other to wear our invincible crowns till the end of time.
How foolish of us, to think we would make it after the tequila has evaporated with our castle.
©ohhhwell -
dark_moon
96w
By The Meadow
dearly beloved,a new moon is forming,it takes me back to the meadow. Where you and I would talk about celestial beings and atoms.I had my hands in the holes of your sweater.A new moon was forming .We both wished we'd die with the moon and wake up in Callisto,not forgetting an umbrella for the stroms in Jupiter .We'd then explore Saturn and go around the rings as if they were ferris wheels.I remember your smile when I told you how we'd have chocolate flavoured ice cream by the milky way.A new moon is forming,I sit here alone,wishing to die with the moon,and explore the unkown
