My eyes are curtained, Clouded by the heavy sounds, Shaded by the lack of clouds And the purity of the endless sky. Unfathomable space depth, Unfathomable water depth, Unfathomably tall trees, Looming, watching over me.
The feeling is dark green, Clean after endless rain, Dark after daytime pain, Rich and full and soft, Enveloping me, swallowing me, Lifting me to meet the stars While I gaze into the unfilled void of eternity. The stars want to know what the ground is like, I tell them that their whispers of thoughts, And their silent eyes, And their blanket of mystery is much better Than the souls that aren't allowed to be themselves. It's better when my eyes are curtained, Because then I can see the sky.
Starting college, the cold of September greeting me into the illustrious world of academia. Old friends of school drifted like sheets of ice, I made no effort and neither did they- the weak van der Waal's forces between us broke- neither cheerful nor dreary- but a simple chemical reaction.
Much of my time was spent within coffee shops, temples to the elixir of life, the philosophers stone, the ether- coffee. Many a time I whiled away the hours- studiously working within these dens of caffeine, to work away the loneliness?
I ate simply- and alone. In the shade of a old oak tree I sat- making a comfortable den and consuming my food- alone but complacent- but sadness pervaded.
Through the one wild card I had chosen- through English which I had been disuadded from choosing by disconcerting relatives- I met her.
I met Leyla.
It was a simple thing- her bright outward personality was nearby through English- and I liken her jokes and giggles to heat emitted by a candle- warming my cold frosty soul. She made me smile and laugh, actions I thought I had forgotten how to do.
I suppose one could say I was halfway through life's path, floundering in the forest much like Dante, in one of the darkest periods of my life- and I met her.
I knew not her name- a akward point- but after being introduced to her and her charming esamble of friends I was afraid. Childhood memories of rejection and teasing came flooding back- a icy water that froze me in my path.
But she was my Virgil- my guide through inferno- my personal hell. I consoled in her and found myself growing closer to this actress, author and artisto, polymerised into a single form- and shot through with 1000 volts of happiness and passion.
I am not however dishonest and there where times where the cold frosty cynical serpent roused its head and I began to feel sickened by her presence-but I realised- it was a mounting fear that she would never feel romantically for me.
But I Did it- half a moon ago I seized life and I plucked the tree of Eden- to bite the fruit and steal a kiss. My heart was threatening to burst from my chest- sick of the pressure and fear- I kissed.
She turned away.
Fear shot through my body as ice filled my veins what could this mean? She was stunned- a deer caught in the headlights. I tried to make out that it was a mistake, a slip a trip- anything. But I owned up to my brooding feelings and declared my romantic intentions.
She listened- as I babbled like a flowing river- and ended my torrent with a kiss upon the cheek.
I froze
From then on my mind grows hazy- for the world had melted into sweetness and butter- lips, hands, bodies intertwined- two kindred serpents around Hermes staff- we kissed many a time.
And it is here and now that I conclude this requiem to loneliness, guilt and frost- and create this work as a single testament to my lover- Leyla- stored in silicon and binary, electrons and wires- data upon data- to express the adoration for what she has brought into my life.
**Purpose
meeting.
Author: Karan Sharma
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Date: 02/04/2020
№ 1198531
"Meeting Woman, The Hard Way"
"I went to a club tonight, and Wound up in a fight. Hoping to meet a woman, it just wasn't my night. Until i awoke from the punch. Not knowing where i was at. Laying on a couch, with a beautiful Woman wiping the blood from my mouth. "
Sometimes I look upon my memories from the past Some are painful others can be a blast I remember the moment I saw you last Sometimes I wait for when I meet my next laugh We first met at your departure And the line was cut like a bulls eye from an archer As time goes by I think of you Sometimes hours I gaze upon you in the fading blue I know the feelings I have are true Til we meet again I'll always love you.
meeting.
Author: Poetic Passion
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Date: 16/03/2020
№ 1183168
Competing realities meeting in real time
Strong memories can have you walking backwards With an absent mind Bumps are bound to happen
Our silence solidified our love. I was afraid, You were angry, We knew not each other... Although I was your daughter And you were my father.
meeting.
Author: ZinaLisha
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Date: 29/02/2020
№ 1154160
Business Meeting
It's got to be the woman She's driving you crazy buddy She's riding you right up The wall You gotta get out buddy You gotta abandon that ship She ain't worth it You see those gray hairs? They're growing in fast All that stress It's killing you Not to mention Your writing's been shit Since she came in your life You know that? People upstairs talking nonsense As if you lost it Your touch Your mind Something's lost they say Everyone's talking about it buddy She's gotta go It's her or us You know the consequences Don't you? We need you in this One hundred percent What's it gonna be? What's it gonna be buddy You gonna let some Bitch with nice legs Cute little pair of tits Ruin everything we built Together? huh? No no You know better than that You'll get that shit together Won't you? You've been writing shit Since she came around They're all saying it buddy You don't even come out anymore She's got you locked away Like some circus animal You're no circus animal buddy Are you? You're a goddamn hero Stop messing around With this broad Stop letting her get you down You're one of us You've always been one of us And you're gonna stay One of us But you've been writing shit And we think you mighta Lost it
