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Zoe Christo, 6 february 2012
Give me love again darling
Love me again just for one more morning
Allow me to touch your lips with such tenderness
To kiss your body in the early sun light
Please give me truth
And my love, my life I will surrender to you
How I'm on my knee's for a chance to fight for this
Let me in to your heart, and allow this embrace
How I've succumb to a
fool, to beg and fodder for you
Oh darling, you have me still
You have me how you always had
Pecking for a crack within your shell
To force open some light
To allow a life beyond this hell
Believe me when I say I’ll fight
I'll stamp upon on all demons
I'll hide all blasphemy
I'll protect you from it all
I'll fight through the fire
And I'll climb over it all
I'll kill a man from the inside
If you had wished me too
I'll run away to anywhere
I'll take you to your dream
I'll cowardly abandon my hopes
Because you bring life a new lease to me
I'll drag down the stars
And I’ll promise to never part
I'll conquer it all
For a chance to hold your heart in both hands
Why does my foolish mind not let me move on?
Why do you protrude every atom that is me?
Why do you too easily climb inside?
You perverse my world and leave me blind.
You take control and now I'm lost
Alone in this battle wondering what to fight for
Did you ever know how it was for me?
If you did maybe you would give us a chance to be
Zoe Christo, 3 january 2012
Your an insurgence
ripping tearing through
me like a tank over the hills of syria
How you invade the
personnel
And leave with the
blood on the floor
The life has not been
salvaged
But this won't stop
bleeding
And I don't know how
long it will be 'till the essence of me vanishes completely
You can't claim your
victory
This wounded soldier
lives solitary now
and this solitude
chimes the bells of melancholy
And this vision blurs
to grey
You're all that's in my
head
And I can't wash these
blues away
I want to run where no
one can see me
Where I don't bear this
guilt of compassion
where I won't have to
see a life that we could have had
Birth now would be a
blessing
To see a new sun rise
One with our eyes
greeting me in the morning light
I want no memory of you
to collide
with my new life I need
to conceptualise
Keep your sinful lips
away from memories
Or; will you not vanish
until this soldier lays dead.
Zoe Christo, 1 april 2012
Its only when my body exhausts its spirits,
am I able to define, refine and contrive my thoughts.
I’m left to ponder and conscious once more to that fact that
I lay alone
Incompletely known to confinement
The perils of this moment agonise my ease
Oh Harrow, harrow..
I wish you not to lay with me anymore.
Nor lie to me and tell me this is forever.
Zoe Christo, 3 january 2012
My mind jumps in
circles,
Theories are propelled,
Bouncing from membrane
to cell.
Why is there a lack of
focus?
Sensations
overwhelming;
Yearning for an answer;
Blurred by the puzzles.
Where is this truth to
behold?
Frantic within the
mind;
Equilibrium comes so
swiftly;
and gone as soon as you
acknowledge it.
Is there no escape from
this?
Obsession for
perfection;
And lusting for
objectifyable improvements;
Contemplating
strategies,
And pushing all
boundaries.
Too many paths laid
down;
I command none of
these,
But channel my energies
With turbulence in this
roundabout.
Compelled to swiftly
act;
Rather that being
complacent
On external controls,
But dare not to act too
impulsively as you can miss your exit
Don't be fooled by the
enigmatic path;
Or dare to take the one
that has a bend too sharp;
Take the thunderous
motorway
And be thrust into the
rat race; or do you doubt your strength?
Do you take the road
with no lights?
And be cautious when
the hours show no light
Or will you take the
bumpy road
Just don't be ignorant
to your suspension.
Act on something, with
motivation
If amongst your travels
you decide
This is not within your
succession
There's room for you to
return to where you started
That roundabout you
circle;
Is the very core of
your mind.
It will create a stir;
making you dizzy
And can often blind you
to the sights
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