Pulling Out My Insides is een verzameling van zelfgeschreven gedichten. Het ene al wat persoonlijker dan het andere. Deze blog is enkel gecreëerd om mijn gedichten toegankelijker te maken voor de mensen die ze graag lezen. Commentaar of kritiek is altijd welkom, maar houdt het beschaafd.
24-08-2011
How hard it is to express yourself with just some words (2 Figurines)
We are two figurines Dancing through these common scenes We frequently see each other But ignore and do not bother
We move in perfect synchrony But in each other find no harmony Giving nothing but a glance We fail to see our perfect dance
We are two figurines We see each other Dancing through these common scenes But ignore and do not bother
My dance attracting you Your dance attracting me There is nothing we could do ‘cause a quick glance cannot see How Perfect we would be
We are but two figurines Taking notice of each other Not knowing what it means We dance and never bother
In the Dusty Shadow of the Heaven’s Eyes The Flowers Crave for Water of the Seven Skies From Silver Mountain to the Children’s Field The Ones not Withering Soon (Bound) to Yield
The Planes of Void come from The Far Beyond Creeping Ever Slowly through the Silent Pond Devouring Life as It Sweeps The Land Coming to Reign The Below with Iron Hand The Rivers unable to reach out a Single Hand
Travel The Below and you will find A (Mythic) Shadow unlike any of its kind Watch Beauty Wither under Guidance of The Eyes (Slowly wither, slowly die, Guided by the Heaven’s Eyes)
Under The Dawning of the (Ruby) Western Sun The Nature still Awaits its Prodigal Son Sung about in Withering Flowers’ Lament The Eyeless Child making Worlds Blend (Conceived Between Begin and End)
Travel The Below and you will find A (Mythic) Shadow unlike any of its kind Watch Beauty Wither under Guidance of The Eyes (Beauty withers, Beauty dies, Guided by the Heaven’s Eyes) Their life of perfection just another lie
Meandering Rivers reign the Seven Skies Flowing from and towards Heaven’s Eyes Spreading The Song of The Water’s Flow To All of Those Who Wish to Know
Sail against the current and you’ll find A (Mystic) City unlike any of its kind Watch the Silver Leaves Guide you to The Eyes (As They Pass by, Guide us to the Heaven’s Eyes)
Under The Dawning of The (Yellow) Eastern Sun The Heaven’s Eyes’ veil becomes undone Conceiving Fabled Children of the Eyes Whom spread The Song Across the Seven Skies
The Meandering Rivers reign the Seven Skies Flowing from and towards The Heaven’s Eyes Spreading The Song of The Water’s Flow To All of Those Who Wish to Know Revealed in Whispers as Winds Blow The Rivers Will not Overflow
Sail against the current and you’ll find A (Mystic) City unlike any of its kind Watch the Silver Leaves Guide you to The Eyes (As They Pass by, Guide us to the Heaven’s Eyes) And Behold The Wonders of The Idyllic Paradise
