-Rosemarie
Each thrust so deep mascara smears,
my thirsty mouth gasps for air.
Reach inside and 'find myself',
hands full of sweat drenched care.
Polar opposites tend to find
that color combines to matter.
Dark strikes and dark eyes
see through shards of shelter.
And split I sit upon the rocks
in crimson glowing stains.
And leak in to the grains of dust
that mix swiftly through my remains.
Blurred inscription pacify
through strokes inside my head.
thoughts of nymphs classify
phrases of flower heads.
-Silver Ovens
Whats out of reach is always wanted,
whats in skies grip is pushed away.
Sinking, swimming emotion boat,
colorful waters turn to grey.
When life is served on silver spoon,
the pleasures least appealing.
When struggles counter underneath,
the sun seems underwater.
Characteristics of trouble seekers,
is not whats best for the soul.
But succession that follows nirvana
makes white of blackest coals.
Salvation of worry almost ceases to come,
passed at the smallest signs of sea.
Indulgence is always good for your eyes,
Hiding below whats underneath
-Convection
Not to many tears fall like stars,
you fall like everything I wanted part of.
Choose to partake in mezzanine,
of lights that aren't chartered.
Last night I listened to the universe,
it sang a cry of mercy.
Tonight I listen to the ground,
it brings me right back to the sound,
of you.
Being is a cluster of sob stories,
changes in hearts desire.
Illustrate meaning encrypted on daggers,
Evoke doves to sing in your choir.
I could recite a litany of my own sorrows,
or prayers kept in my head,
every night as veins throttle candles,
veins pumping through lead
Each thrust so deep mascara smears,
my thirsty mouth gasps for air.
Reach inside and 'find myself',
hands full of sweat drenched care.
Polar opposites tend to find
that color combines to matter.
Dark strikes and dark eyes
see through shards of shelter.
And split I sit upon the rocks
in crimson glowing stains.
And leak in to the grains of dust
that mix swiftly through my remains.
Blurred inscription pacify
through strokes inside my head.
thoughts of nymphs classify
phrases of flower heads.
-Silver Ovens
Whats out of reach is always wanted,
whats in skies grip is pushed away.
Sinking, swimming emotion boat,
colorful waters turn to grey.
When life is served on silver spoon,
the pleasures least appealing.
When struggles counter underneath,
the sun seems underwater.
Characteristics of trouble seekers,
is not whats best for the soul.
But succession that follows nirvana
makes white of blackest coals.
Salvation of worry almost ceases to come,
passed at the smallest signs of sea.
Indulgence is always good for your eyes,
Hiding below whats underneath
-Convection
Not to many tears fall like stars,
you fall like everything I wanted part of.
Choose to partake in mezzanine,
of lights that aren't chartered.
Last night I listened to the universe,
it sang a cry of mercy.
Tonight I listen to the ground,
it brings me right back to the sound,
of you.
Being is a cluster of sob stories,
changes in hearts desire.
Illustrate meaning encrypted on daggers,
Evoke doves to sing in your choir.
I could recite a litany of my own sorrows,
or prayers kept in my head,
every night as veins throttle candles,
veins pumping through lead
