//In need of a heavy dose of daylight//
If the temptation of sleep
doesn't overcome me,
I promise you I can show
you things you never
thought could exist.
Ill of FateWe were like quasars,Ill of Fate by ~xfallinghearts
The tendrils of our emotionally
burning synapses worked so
hard on overdrive just to show
the other how much we can cry.
We were like magnetic poles,
emanating forces of energy
opposite from one another,
both equally strong
Never once actually
Coming too close to touch,
Because if we ever did,
We'd just combust.
Spiral Out, Be Here NowLittle seedlings echoing the shadowsSpiral Out, Be Here Now by ~xfallinghearts
of stories once told,
Displaced in the filth,
The industrial disarray,
Bio-hazardous waste and LCD Displays
Past, Present and future
entangled within the cosmic folds.
A persistent ringing in your ears,
a desperate cry, singing, drumming, beating..
And it goes:
Sure, you can see
but please do not forget to breathe.
Your emotional sewage runs rampant,
and your heart is left vacant.
Do not forget the sound by which
all things are bound.
The consistent low humming.
And be here now.
Children of the TribeWe are the children of earth, air, fire and water.Children of the Tribe by ~xfallinghearts
Of temperate pasts and violent storms.
We are the children of here and now
Standing against the tide as one,
With frosted halos and interlocked hearts.
We are the cosmic dust across the sky
And the morning dew upon the leaves.
We are the soil beneath your feet,
Of seeds, flowers, and ancient trees.
We are the wonders under the same mother,
Spawned from the depths of madness,
Flaws stitched with good intentions,
Made with love, radiating lust,
And torn by the shackles of our selflessness.
We are the quiet and lonely wolves that howl
Into the blackened out sky waiting for the sun
To kiss the sparkling moon goodbye.
We are the warrior children of the tribe,
of indigo, rainbow, and light
Emanating peace & joy until we are
Once again reunited with the sky.
Minor Pluck of a Heart-stringThere was a scent of vanilla and wine within the airMinor Pluck of a Heart-string by ~xfallinghearts
When it all first settled in.
Just a minor pluck of a heart-string.
Tug, Tug, Tug,
1, 2, 3, and it was done.
There was no cupid necessary for
Like plate tectonics, emotions quake,
And the brick wall I had built
Around myself had been broken down,
Unveiling only what truth was there all along.
That was when my heart rumbled, cracked open
And poured itself out as it washed away
The remnants of the evil still leftover.
A cleansing moment with what I never
thought could or would be.
A high vibration,
A secret language composed of smiles:
Just you and me