There stands death, hand in hand with time.
There stands fear, right before the truth.
There stands pain, forcing back the love.
There stands us, once lost and now found.
Lexys
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Number3 says: intriguing piece, Word up and welcome to the vibe |
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Lexys says: I could say the same about all your pieces. And thank you. |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Lexys
International love..."æˆ‘çˆ±ä½ "- I love you. A different kind of love from the one I know. A different kind from the kind I give. "Te amo"- I love you. I must be losing my mind. Losing myself. How can I love when I'm beyond such love? How can I show you that I am not worthy of it. "Je t'aime"- I love you. This has got to stop. This consistant loop of troubled thoughts and drying tears. "WÇ’ ài nÇ" -I love you but... I don't...  |
CycleWe stood on the edge of a cliff... My hand in yours. We agreed to jump...Decided to sore through the sky until the ground caught up with us. We backed up a few paces... Clutched the others hand as if it were a precious jewels. the rush. The air. The jump. The fall. A gust of wind, a scream and then we were flying again, backwards, back to where we started and this on going cycle we have began yet again... |
Heart to heart...My heart beats for you... The sad, lonely, lost look in those dusty brown eyes. The dark undertones of that bass voice... My heart cries for you... The sheer agony you transmit upon yourself with each glance back in her direction. My blood boils for you... All the rage you refuse to feel towards her for leaving you as you are, no longer bothered to fix what she has broken. My mouth speaks for you... The lost words you never let yourself think of all those nights you lay tossing and turning unable to sleep, thoughts of her running through your mind. My voice sings to you. My blood boils for you. My heart speaks to you, because no other way will you accept the words I have to say... |
NoiseClanging bells, falling drums. The deathly silence that follows. "Believe me I hear it", she pleaded. The tender sound of her voice an endless scream in the quiet. "Tell me, how does so little sound make so much noise?" she inquired. Looking boldly into searching eyes. "Because when dead silence falls the sound of your thoughts, doubts, certainties, fears, become unrealistically clear." he whispered. Voice quiet like thunder, deafing, in the silence. "Because the less sound there is, the more noise you can hear"... |
Lost...There stands death, hand in hand with time. There stands fear, right before the truth. There stands pain, forcing back the love. There stands us, once lost and now found. |