They are the ones
My mother said
To be afraid;
'Their hearts are dead!'
Having come
From putrid air,
Breathing fire;
A species rare
Yet every once
A waxy moon
They arrive
With savage tune
Full of lies
Full of hate
Hollow hearts
There's no escape
The prejudice
Spreads like disease
Their ignorance
Creates unease
They've come for you
Who are unique
They've come to kill
- O ho! A shriek!
The spill of blood
From lovers whom
Have done no crime
Thrown to a tomb
They cannot stand
Your lover's call
They think they are
Above it all
Though your kind
Have done no wrong
They care not -
It won't take long
Ignorance is li
Bittersweet, that tender kiss
Bestowed on me so freely.
Hazel eyes, I'd reminisce
Those of I cared for deeply.
"Love me please?" He'd beg of me,
Pale hands clasping mine.
Traitorous lips would whisper nothing,
Such words hard to find.
His touch I miss so dearly now,
As frosted saplings grow.
Sweet murmurs in my ear,
Are all I'll ever know.
Often, I dream of that day,
Curled up like one whole being.
Beating hearts mould as we lay,
The day's warmth slowly leaking.
Belatedly, I'd realise
The fool that I have been.
How he meant the world to me,
Piercing like a pin.
The last that I would hear of him,
Was of his final breath,
"Is there something wrong with me?" I asked her one day.
The rain was pelting down on us, making the corrugated iron go rat-a-tat-tat.
The sound made me cringe. Rat-a-tat-tat. Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat…
Were they laughing at me too?
The rain drops and the roof top?
Was this the price I was to pay for shelter, and the simple orchestra of falling rain?
I sighed, and squirmed cosily into the soft wool of her sweater.
It didn't matter.
As long as we can be together, with that corrugated roof and the fat bellied droplets as the only witnesses to our forbidden love.
*
"Is there something wrong?" I asked her one evening.
Her silhouette cast
"Is there something wrong with me?" I asked her one day.
The rain was pelting down on us, making the corrugated iron go rat-a-tat-tat.
The sound made me cringe. Rat-a-tat-tat. Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat…
Were they laughing at me too?
The rain drops and the roof top?
Was this the price I was to pay for shelter, and the simple orchestra of falling rain?
I sighed, and squirmed cosily into the soft wool of her sweater.
It didn't matter.
As long as we can be together, with that corrugated roof and the fat bellied droplets as the only witnesses to our forbidden love.
*
"Is there something wrong?" I asked her one evening.
Her silhouette cast
Bittersweet, that tender kiss
Bestowed on me so freely.
Hazel eyes, I'd reminisce
Those of I cared for deeply.
"Love me please?" He'd beg of me,
Pale hands clasping mine.
Traitorous lips would whisper nothing,
Such words hard to find.
His touch I miss so dearly now,
As frosted saplings grow.
Sweet murmurs in my ear,
Are all I'll ever know.
Often, I dream of that day,
Curled up like one whole being.
Beating hearts mould as we lay,
The day's warmth slowly leaking.
Belatedly, I'd realise
The fool that I have been.
How he meant the world to me,
Piercing like a pin.
The last that I would hear of him,
Was of his final breath,
everyone changes.
moves on.
this is my change and moving on.
this account is now dead - thankyou to everyone who contributed to its 2yr survival.
shall be sorting through the mess and probably transferring what i liked from here to the new location:
find me hataketake (https://www.deviantart.com/hataketake)
:)
it's the new and improved me.
i hope.
sorry for any inconveniences?
ttyl.
this may sound very pathetic ..
but after having an entire fortnight wherein every waking moment is crammed full of hectic late-night study for my end of prelim exams because i didn't study earlier, as we are all expected to (leaving it to the last minute .. again .. ) i find i suddenly have nothing to do in my spare time.
prelims are over.
there is no longer a need to study - nothing that demands my time.
wth do i do with myself now?!
D:
A bit annoyed right now really, because of some arse's comment on one of my deviations. Maybe I'm blowing it out of proportion, but in the way I see things, it was an incredibly unnecessary as well as offensive comment - regardless of his lame 'no offense' excuse. It pretty much said that homosexuality is tasteless - TASTELESS!
Excuse me, but exactly when did DA become a site for you to comment on sexual orientation issues? Never.
So stick with commenting on what this site is really about, and if you have a problem with the content and the topic THEN DON'T READ IT - and don't say I didn't warn you. The category it was placed under as well