mixster
2009-10-19 14:22:23
Untitled but known as blue eyes (is unfinished, but also unfinishable).
Little Tree
Once more
Mask also known as Emotionless Actor
One word - also known as Sorry
It is most strange how your eyes make me feel,
Even just looking at them can lose me in thought.
With even just your gaze my wounds can heal,
And reduce all my fears and pains to naught.
It is most strange how your eyes are so blue,
They perfectly match the summer skies.
A calm mind which always stays true -
Your personality evident in your eyes.
It is most strange how words cannot portray,
Those loving eyes of which beauty does lend.
Little Tree
Little tree by the river with ardour -
You who stand tall against the autumn chill;
Always vigilant with your green splendour;
Defying your foes with your own pure will.
There is no reason for you to tower,
Yet you do so every year regardless.
Even from seasons you never cower,
Time itself bowing before your greatness.
Unaffected by the world around you,
How can you always be so powerful?
So isolated in a forest too -
I would think such loneliness is painful.
The little tree by the river once stood;
How glad I am that I am not of wood.
Once more
If I could just touch your cheek one last time;
Feel your such-smooth skin with my fingertips;
If I could just once more feel so sublime
As I feel the lovingness in your lips.
Alas it seems that for now I can not,
So I’ll have to have comfort in my mind.
Wishing for the memories I forgot,
To this dismal job I have been resigned.
Why did you have to leave me all alone?
There is not one other soul I can love.
Death took you much too early from your throne.
I only hope you watch me from above.
One day the reaper will visit me too.
That day I will cherish as I see you.
Mask also known as Emotionless Actor
Now I stand before you with mask in hand -
I am at last the leader of my show.
The whole stage is encircling my land -
as words to the audience I bestow.
Characters fluctuate before my eyes,
but the only one always there is me.
When you see you are in for surprises
as I waken when I let my mask be.
That mask is such a dark and hateful threat -
it hides my emotions from everyone.
If worn too long I fear I may forget
how to love that can’t ever be undone.
Is it really important being adored?
What love lacks its emotional reward?
One word - also known as Sorry
Why does your familiar touch feel cold?
Today feels just the same as yesterday.
I just wish that it could be retold,
So that I could feel you in the same way.
Isn’t it funny what one word can do?
Begin passion from a bed of friendship;
End a passion of pure love between two.
Happiness to sadness in just a flip.
Isn’t it funny what happens in haste?
Such sweet love becomes the harshest of pains;
Such sweet smiles are tinged with a sour taste.
Even the sun is darkened by freak rains.
If we could go back to that sole moment,
We could change time and remove the resent.