Nice to meet you.

UnbornBuddha · 02-27-2018, 03:23 AM

Scared as the sunset beckons the oblivion,
Night terrors in the color spectrum of obsidian.
Merrily merrily on a face melting experience,
My neurons ingesting a million mammalian opinions
All oblivious to the pretty flowers in the meadows.
Mellowly enveloped and devoured by my shadows
Voila! just another clef note by the viola and cello.
You were real, we held hands, we said hello and let go;
It was a picture-perfect dulcet moment. Poetry and roses.
Shakespearean soliloquy until our tongue ulcered with emotion.
There we were, romantically muttering oceans of depth
Promising the universe, but there was implosion instead
And the repercussion was a big black hole in our chest.
Was every word spoken in jest or did our neurosis blend
And metamorphosize & beautify the world like the mariposa.
I should of been a man and told you,
I have a chrysalis of you hiding in my submucosa.
Its a shame you only met my sociopathic persona,
Mistook the tree for the forest, the bee for the hornet;
The shadowy silhouette for the rest of the being in the portrait.
Pressing my heart against the crest of your sternum.
The rate your heartbeats reveals the breadth of your person.
I've been accused of being introverted;
I'm really not, just don't find interest in your meaningless sermon
Having to dialog existentially defeats the purpose.
But I applaud you Mademoiselle for your five-star performance,
Even though it was a trite narrative without the light of cherubims.
Intertwine my seraphic hands in a mudra to purify my arrogance.
Knocking on your window to see if you're consciously there.
Sending you a postcard to see if you honestly cared.
Watch the sun's crimson fire bloom in the silence.
Droopy eyelids as the moon begin shining.
Its looming horizon feels like an eternity,
But it puts my third eye into lunar alignment.
Come god be my vanguard against perversities
Allow me to bring my beloved spirit to the stand
And accuse it of a whimsical stance
Inharmonious with the infinitely vast.
I willingly admit the brand of a cynical man
Critical of miracles as an inconceivable task.
Belittling them with immature little kid laughs.
Its because life is like a biochemical adulteration.
We live to please all our senses in moderation,
Its absurd so I tip over the carnal hourglass
So you can finally forget that part of your past
Which brings your heart so much angst.
Putting my face in a pillow to let out a scream.
I've forgotten how to sleep.
Off to bed, ghost on my chest, what a ghastly dream.
Tired of being half-asleep.

02-27-2018, 03:23 AM	#1
UnbornBuddha Senior Member Join Date: Jul 2014 Posts: 1,008 Battle Record: 23-10 Champed - Art of Writing League - AOWL Season 5 Rep Power: 23856379	Nice to meet you. Scared as the sunset beckons the oblivion, Night terrors in the color spectrum of obsidian. Merrily merrily on a face melting experience, My neurons ingesting a million mammalian opinions All oblivious to the pretty flowers in the meadows. Mellowly enveloped and devoured by my shadows Voila! just another clef note by the viola and cello. You were real, we held hands, we said hello and let go; It was a picture-perfect dulcet moment. Poetry and roses. Shakespearean soliloquy until our tongue ulcered with emotion. There we were, romantically muttering oceans of depth Promising the universe, but there was implosion instead And the repercussion was a big black hole in our chest. Was every word spoken in jest or did our neurosis blend And metamorphosize & beautify the world like the mariposa. I should of been a man and told you, I have a chrysalis of you hiding in my submucosa. Its a shame you only met my sociopathic persona, Mistook the tree for the forest, the bee for the hornet; The shadowy silhouette for the rest of the being in the portrait. Pressing my heart against the crest of your sternum. The rate your heartbeats reveals the breadth of your person. I've been accused of being introverted; I'm really not, just don't find interest in your meaningless sermon Having to dialog existentially defeats the purpose. But I applaud you Mademoiselle for your five-star performance, Even though it was a trite narrative without the light of cherubims. Intertwine my seraphic hands in a mudra to purify my arrogance. Knocking on your window to see if you're consciously there. Sending you a postcard to see if you honestly cared. Watch the sun's crimson fire bloom in the silence. Droopy eyelids as the moon begin shining. Its looming horizon feels like an eternity, But it puts my third eye into lunar alignment. Come god be my vanguard against perversities Allow me to bring my beloved spirit to the stand And accuse it of a whimsical stance Inharmonious with the infinitely vast. I willingly admit the brand of a cynical man Critical of miracles as an inconceivable task. Belittling them with immature little kid laughs. Its because life is like a biochemical adulteration. We live to please all our senses in moderation, Its absurd so I tip over the carnal hourglass So you can finally forget that part of your past Which brings your heart so much angst. Putting my face in a pillow to let out a scream. I've forgotten how to sleep. Off to bed, ghost on my chest, what a ghastly dream. Tired of being half-asleep.