Sighing Silence

Sighing for reprieve
and the draft is set apart
The silence that drifts
and the spaces that you sieve
Advents are the thieves
of restraint and spirit,
bothered as it goes –
Your paleness of a touch
as it passes him by
You're both silently fine

because words will snatch
all that you both enjoy
So wait like the silence,
under your eyes' wraps –
whatever you’re keen on

His truths're uptight
that your eyes will kill him
and bleed thankfully –

Sighing silence and
this's the best of who he is
and the sight of
the sunbeams and the rains
are nothing to your unruly hair
as he carries on,

You both watch with time
and he's parked himself
ahead of you, traveling with mirthful strangers,
And when it's all over
They gaze each other like they wish it,
ye, staring like they’re wishing

The Rhyme of Decadence

Ashes are drifting in shadows
Symptoms of conscience or lack thereof
Hypocritical or heartfelt
Unmoving in the burrows, and the
mind amends, in the hope that you
char beautifully in your own threat

Hypocritical or heartfelt
And in shadows there are too many
hyenas distanced from that razed
economy with truth, and you break
down with your confidential catch
And the mind amends, in joy htta you
are breathing your last like you should

Earnestness or pretense
Both ways lead to your loss
Oh pitiful silence!

Such a standstill in your own shadows...

The Old Shakespearean Way

Raven-haired whilst
it sings with the winds
It's the old Shakespearean way
With my eyes breathing
Of you in the distance –
shunning, that sweet dreams come
Bitter with your tastelessness,
albeit living – but you are
My queen
and everything good, frozen again
And I'd be lucid enough,
invisible at your disposal –
I have done it with a handful of dirt,
I killed you with a terrible mind,
I've made you travel everywhere,
and but nowhere to be seen;
Like the raven-haired as
it swims in the ocean
Of the old mindful way
and if I'm a thought, as if you’d think;
But Ill do.