Gloom is ascending / tinted in blue / whitewash descending / feral in wild card / unnamed is this heartache / bickering through the / other side of the same / view / just a different era - D C de Oliveira
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A visionary vision / feline facing a fragmented lament / love is looking straight back at you - D C de Oliveira
Not as restless as those that will wither / something gifted / something tender / something lasting / something longer - D C de Oliveira
after the war
I lost my friends I lost those who were so close to me so dear to my heart some are dead to me physically buried somewhere ; a place I used to call home the others are dead to me mentally and emotionally ; changes happened so quick we all grew up and had forgotten each other’s surname and those who still hold on to my old mail box never bother to write sometimes I wait for magic to appear perhaps to go back then, to the past and see if I can fix the broken bridge maybe my soul wouldn’t be so wounded to see most of them fly away from the nest while I am still here minding a home for their safe return but maybe I’m just struggling to let go and perhaps this would be just another way of coping that I have been left behind and the need to survive, to change with the seasons is kicking me into a straight line I hope one day or sometime soon I too could learn to flap my wings and leave this tree and the old nest behind. my love I am your sky and you are my clouds
when you hover around me you make me look pretty in white but when you are not around I feel so blue … … . my rabbit is a psychopath
she blends herself on a wall and gauge your eyes out in disguise stab you under the radar waiting with her axe to tear your flesh to bits and pieces my rabbit is a psychopath if I’m dead she’s the culprit I’m glad the petals would listen
you don’t have to even if you pretend to smile and act as if you are listening yet it’s okay you are transparent you are just an imitation with just a little fake shiny crown but my petals they listen with wide ears and authentic smiles something you could never be. hold on to me for the last time
your sweet embrace is locked into my pores tears and sweat crossing over salty, with a tinge of vinegar goodbyes, farewells droplets of rain waiting, longing to wash away the sadness in the air the only thing left is the sound of you echoing ; memories erasing as we lost the grip from each other’s heart listening to cicadas
sitting by the porch lights flickering waiting for you to come home the night is young candles burning scented lavender and lemon water boiled two cups on the bench lemongrass and rosemary aromatic ; soothing the soul but you never came so the night ended just like you ended my heart doing circles
under the stars that is our promise to be in a loop for eternity open up your eyes
you are stunning like the moon flower don’t let the thorns cut you up don’t let the weeds suffocate your existence beam ; let that radiant soul blind those who envy you rinse their eyes let them see what their jealousy won’t let them see shine ; just be you. when you used to be a friend
from next door or someone I used to know you told me you will never forget who you are or who your friends are then after a little turn of events such as having your picture taken for a vogue magazine or getting your name published on a book suddenly you are too cool for everyone sometimes it’s only a one hit wonder or twice and yet you acted so arrogantly like you are too good to hang with the unpublished friends or old acquaintances but that is okay I guess I’m too good to read your work either and I’m sure if you keep on having that kind of “too good for everyone” attitude there would be more like me who is too good to bother voting for you you don’t get famous and forget your friends and those who supported you that itself loose you admirers it might started with one today but it will grow darling, it will. It’s lugubrious
When someone beat you to Your dreams Because They have a ladder to climb Or lifted by a helicopter While you Must climb Everest the hard way instead I talk in my sleep
only the shadows listen and the wind carries it out transferring it through the trees and when I’m awake they will tell me what I unconsciously told them and it’s always nice to know someone or something is out there unexpectedly listening to the things only your soul could speak People always say
be yourself but sometimes I wonder whether wearing a fake suit and act like someone else is more idealistic and fit on the description of being yourself because I’ve seen a few people who are truly themselves and don’t seem to get noticed nor applauded nor acknowledged yet those who are often unauthentic, fictitious and spurious frequently doing the same thing as the crowd are getting all the standing ovations. don’t remember me
I’m used to being forgotten used to being replaced and used to being erased but if you do try not to get too attached because I’m just a ghost I’m the shadow that only appears when there is the sun or the lights because I’m just another figment of your imagination. I’d be the ocean
so that if you ever feel like drowning I won’t let you I don’t think a lot of people understand the difference
between constructive criticism and saying things in a negative tone to gain more points for themselves I don’t follow for a follow
I follow the beat of my own drum the melody of my own heart beat |
AuthorIf you are looking for the sun you should start heading towards the moon, knock wisely on her door and if she sprayed you with some fresh roses then it must be your lucky day because the moon is often hard to please. - DCdeOliveira Categories
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