I met him at the masquerade ball, Where he caught me when I was about to fall, Iridescent blues trapped in a velvety veil, His woodsy scent I inhale. He was so dishy, Not so flashy, Charming and classy.
My mind was a farrago, For his lips were so soft like filago And I dunno if I'm prepared To get my heart repaired.
His fingers entwined mine, Excruciatingly long and fine. As we danced, I was tranced, By the clean-cut phoenix he was, Attracting girls, loads of them coz He was so charismatic.
His height blunted my own; He was like a crown of thorn Made of risks and what not I shouldn't have brought home a piece of thorn Not enough to make me mourn, Still enough to make me curious enough To go & take the crown as whole tough though it was.
I wore it, Not minding how my head split, Blood gushing out, Huge bruises sprout. It was not long before I got ruined All 'cause of my desire and lust left unfulfilled.
In the masquerade I am lost, My fingers scratch at their Artificial faces, wearing my Solitude like an ancient curse In my skin, I am the one in This carnival of lust and passion, With no mask hiding my face, Save for the elflock that sits Atop my head like a vicious crown, Clasping in its tangles a drop of My blood, from the day my heart Was broken, I cannot see, I cannot Look, the debris of my fragile heart Clouds my eyes like a blindfold of ice, Of stone, in a masquerade I am blind, Hoping to find, the one with gentle fingers, To undo the tangles in my soul, yearning To drink from his lips the elixir to make My heart whole again, I know not what Name to call out, in a masquerade I am Lost, I am blind, stumbling from one Person to another, their fingers cruel On my flesh, they feast on me, as if I Were an exotic fruit, till I succumb
london_sky@midnightwords Thank you for enjoying it! I appreciate it! With the words not making sense, it is supposed to feel that way. It is more of a psychological poem. Whatever the reader sees or gets from the story. It all connects to other poems. It's a huge storyline that is unfinished. Again thank you so much.
Dear wanderers of #Universe Wanna #traverse within the #verse ! Drop a ❤ if you feel so . Feel free to convey your suggestions . #writingcontest#creativearena ---------------------------------------------------------- ** Opening crimson shell, beckons with silks bedizened Eyes pure as pearls, golden hairs sea pomade Wallowing in dolphin tails, rippling waves she permenade Being swooned over sonnets of seas she serenade Devils masquerade as strolling sailors stray to invade The talk of love is all charade & mermaid gets betrayed .
Mermaid, fallen star in world of dread won't ever fade Waiting for decades, not being decayed to evade from palisade Magnolious maid made up of glitters of star cascade Daughter of sea presents soldier of sea her crystal heart as accolade Longing not to be buried, bodies intertwine in crystal bed Romance pervades zephyr & they see dark night in colourful shade .
Knotted into love is braveheart soldier & crystal heart mermaid Lay down on sand kissing golden sun & tossed by waves making love to moon, they're no more afraid of any renegade . **
* GLOSSARY :- Crimson - Deep Red, Beckon - Tempt or Lure, Bedizened - Dressed with, Pomade - Dressing hair with scent, Wallowing - swaying or Moving rhythmically, Rippling - Series of waves, permenade - Ride, Swoon - Being pleased or attracted, Sonnet - Poem, Sereneade - Singing romantic melody, Masquerade - Pretend to be someone, Strolling - Wandering, Stray - Move away randomly or aimlessly, Invade - To win & capture, Charade - Fake or Farce, Dread - Fear, Decay - Perish, Evade - Escape, Palisade - Barricade or Barrier, Magnolious - Magnificent, Cascade - Fall, Accolade - Gift or Honour, Longing - A strong desire, Buried - Represeed or Hid, Intertwine - Connect or Link closely, Pervade - Spread through, Zephyr - Soft gentle breeze, Shade - Colour or Tone, Knot - Tie or Tangled, Tossed - Throw or roll gently, Renegade - Traitor *
Schrödinger's cat is a thought experiment, sometimes described as a paradox, devised by Austrian-Irish physicist Erwin Schrödinger in 1935, during the course of discussions with Albert Einstein. It illustrates what he saw as the problem of the Copenhagen interpretation of quantum mechanics applied to everyday objects. [A cat, A flask of poison, and a radioactive source are placed in a sealed box, the flask is shattered, releasing the poison, which kills the cat. The Copenhagen interpretation of quantum mechanics implies that after a while, the cat is simultaneously alive and dead. Yet, when one looks in the box, one sees the cat is either alive or dead, not both alive and dead. This poses the question of when exactly quantum superposition ends and reality collapses into one possibility or the other]
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yayinologyNow you're reading my mind?!!! I once tried to write about this. But I couldn't. You help me understand my feelings better. And this is beautiful. Well, it's depressing, yet beautiful. Thanks a lot for tagging me. I saved it
anush18@yayinology i don't know if i did. I can totally understand you, hey. Come on. There's so much to appreciate. Your life. Your work. Your friends.
Thanks a hell lot. It means a lot.
yayinology@macaca I know that, A There's a lot of things in my life to which I should be grateful. And I am. I'm so happy to finally say that I'm getting better And the major reason is you Thank you so much for that And remember the same applies to you too. Panther, Mr. Mars, Your education, Your friends, Your life, Yourself
And I'll send you flowers all day, every day. Your fav
anush18@yayinology These lines. I was waiting for these lines. And now when you've wrote them, I'm literally so happy. So so happy. Oh my my. I'm honoured. I'm blessed. I feel very proud of you. I jupiter you
Ah.. The way you remember every single thing of mine. I'm feeling so glad to have you!
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london_sky@kirisaki It truly is. So many successful people fall to that shadow of insanity due to the Perfection. I have issues with perfection and I am not even successful. I am just scared it will worsen if I do become successful.
Also thank you for commenting on my poat I greatly appreciate it.
The cliff is not as edgy until you slip , Does the city ever talked about how it sleeps. And the nightmares it bleeds at the nightfall? Isn't every dream an impersonator, Of a happier character who never bawled? You will be searched along the river's path, After the life, in the aftermath. And be judged on ,did you drown in the ocean? Or whether you were solemn in your devotion Even an evening is musing, About a man who never dwells , In a stranger folk , but he goes wandering, About the unfamiliar faces in the travel, Looking for a story less ravelled. Till , he himself wonders over a familiar sight, In a city dripping paints of black and white, If you haven't found one, Stay in that masquerade party, For a city is a ballad for someone, Who adores the arrival of an unknown, being hearty @abhishekkamble
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