Italian eyes

Wind chimes whisper on ears invisible,

Chitter chatter of the raindrops on green,

Burring roars of mechanisms disrupts,

Swinging givers of life calms,

Melody plays on a runaway train,

Words aboard the express of the unseen,

Slow thump of a cage grows hard and slow,

Letters pressed on technology appears,

What logic seems forsaken.

It's raining

Ever so constant the patting of the rain,

Flowing following the surface it hits,

How different it can be from the person across the street,

I laugh,

You smile,

She tears,

He cries,

Hidden beneath the teardrops of heaven.

Listen to the patting of the rain,

What do you feel my friend across the street?

Eyes closed heart opened wide,

What does the teardrop of heaven tell you?

Sense it feel it,

See no eyes would see,

Feel no fingers would feel,

How do you feel?

Fucking random poem...

For these extensions of thine numb is felt,

Winters night breeze sees no warmth in touch,

Reaches to thy oh frozen thee beat,

Gallops fast to slow it creaks,

Carved thee breath on a still wind,

For thou dim light pulls through,

Screws tight of flesh,

Bolts deep of nerves,

Muscle these four corners through,

Weeping to thee of insides of fear,

Motion paused of shiver blowing skin to halt,

Oh eyes do shine for thee,

Oh still beat do beat for heat,

Sentences drums want hear,

Invisible pump do show.

Imran

Of a tree sturdy and strong.

Proud and thief of life.

Fall, fall leaves.

Green sapped of life.

Fall, fall limbs.

Blown and broken by unseen senses.

Belief of roots, life of tree.

Release thy grasps.

Release thy foundation.

Fall, fall thy tree.

Give way, make way, pave way.

Grow thy minute, grow.

Grow strong of renewed life.

Let thy eye pierce through new light from thy fallen tree.

Let decay give birth.

Birth of a new beginning.

Jealousy

Luck,
Destiny,
Fate,
Faith.

Cripple me,
Disable me,
Conjured amongst the titans of titans,
Why?

The suns beams filled with lies
The darkness of light blinding senses
Nothing is true
Nothing is more

A glance,
A look,
Everywhere,
It's everywhere

My shadows leave,
My soul lost,
Wonder,
Ponder,
Think.

Left,
Right,
There are two,
Two of one.

Luck?
Destiny?
Fate?
Faith?

Nothing,
Empty,
Completeness of none,
Nothing.

Reason?
No.

Everything,
Happens for no reason,
Yet,
Everything,
Happens for a reason.

Leave me,
Yes,
Leave me defenseless.

Weak,
Defeat,
Unable to fight back,
Fight you.

Jealousy.

Invisible

Day burns down to night;

Burns the edges of my soul.

In the night I break into sparks of suns,

And become the fires end.

The dust of bones.

Night knifes my breath,

Swallows whole my tongue.

Turn back, reverse, return.

In the night I see

The real concealed,

In the days bright lies.

Eyes stitched shut;

White teeth smile.

Sleep walks,

And talks,

And feet.

Mark time,

To the drumless beat.

Highlighted

Could it be
That this was fated for me?
To lose and to lose
The brightness of that shine?

Why must it be
A choice not made by me?
Fate never have I trusted
Fate myself I shall choose

Decided I have
Giving up I shall not
For the reminiscing name
In my garden of light

Swallowing my guilt
Harnessing my thoughts of the name
Earnest I am to my maiden
Lavender scented hair of the angel
Lit life into my soul she has
Yearning for her touch I am
For she makes this heart light up with her voice

A poem of a name

On that day,
Sun shining in my eyes,
My heart beating and hands shaking,
For it was only a name

I looked up and saw a figure,
My eyes couldn't believe the sight,
Of something brighter than the sun,
It wasn't just a name

Tell me how would I ever know,
If I could never show,
To the one that holds,
My heart that's finally unfold

I close my eyes,
Flashes of her run through me,
I could never explain,
The warmth I felt inside without pain

To the deepest darkest places I looked,
How I could never find the light,
Of that who possess,
That one in a million name

As I open these wet eyes,
I wish I hadn't,
For the thought of reality,
Could end this already weak heart

I'd rather close these eyes,
Knowing memories of her will be there,
For if I had one wish,
I would rather be,
Hurt with her,
Than hurt without

For she wasn't just a name,
The imperfections of her perfected her,
Though fishes in the sea are many,
These hands would only hold the name,
And the name is Shelly

What I feel

I feel like writing a poem!

Root 3

I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed