The Phantom Of Dreams by MorganWolfram, literature
Literature
The Phantom Of Dreams
That long night which remained calm,
The wind was too cool to keep warm.
Through my window like a blossom he arose,
And made his way to my bed and hand me a white rose.
His ever green eyes shined like an emerald,
With my teddy in amazement I cuddled.
His cape was long and as dark as coal,
As a phantom he played a great role.
He wore a dark magician’s hat,
Before he spoke; on my head he would pat.
“Greeting, my little girl”,
“You remind me of an enchanted pearl”.
Through his marvelous words; he would flatter,
I would have a leisure listening to his chatter.
Through the window the breeze blew in
And pink cherry b
She The Ultimate Weapon by MorganWolfram, literature
Literature
She The Ultimate Weapon
An electrifying threat of plunder
Just to merely wonder
Strolling down the pathetic lax of street
Their heart stumbles over a quaint beat
A world against them; how will they resist?
If you didn't exist
Another day passes slowly
Life keeps on fading quietly
My years have been spend worthlessly
With no feeling fraternity
I walk my way solemnly
Make my path formally
All eyes lay on me respectfully
I'm treated like the great solely
But I owe them back disgracefully
I put them aside disdainfully
I whip my worries mercilessly
I am a powerful weapon ultimately
But my bullets are stunned by you so suddenly
Your Kindness shoed away my troubles so charmingly
You helped me upon my feet willingly
You expected nothing back unconditionally
From that moment my mind was on you individually
Even with all the fuss; you smile caringly
Pain was caused
Give me your hand
and lets escape to wonderland
The ecstasy unable to withstand
But I fear the worst of my touch
That you abruptly desire to clutch
Might shatter you too much
Dearest sweet red
I will come for you, my lamb.
For our unkind fate to be fed,
The basket you hold is my jamb.
I will steal you as you smile, my pet.
To calm my growls you had once set.
Oh wanderer of the dim lit wood,
How you carry the weight of this sagging forest,
And my false pretense voice under that hood.
Let me sink my jaws again into you're quest.
Ride once more when I howl! Satisfy this thirst.
Let me see you grin....in fear, like you should have at first!
But you tore me, crooked soul of that lumber jack;
Away to the other side of damned life and luck.
My silent body you filled of stone; drowned back
To soil who raise
A little bit sad,
Not tired of being mad,
Far from happily insane,
Too depressed to feel the pain.
No body cares if you are good,
Nor does it matter if you lose your childhood,
Pleasure is all they need,
Even if your heart if filled with greed.
"Just keep going" they say,
They don't mind even if its not your way,
Walk an unknown path even if you have to crawl,
What ever happens; they say don't fall.
Live a life which you don't want,
The world will race you to the finishing point,
But your dreams are long lost,
And all you did is listen to them at your own cost.
But our lives only end up in our hands,
We shall only play our own bands,
Just t
The ocean's crying,
Dripping droplets of cunning salt.
The impatient wind wails endlessly,
Yet the water's depressed thrashings don't halt.
The land stays solemnly still and stands
Courageously tall without shedding a tear of agony.
Even the shy breeze whispers,
To the gentle giant trees of the soil's bravery.
The overwhelming ocean leaves sad tiny marks
Of shells from its aggressive harsh beatings.
The lands bleed boastful
Sand as the beach's greetings.
The wild petunias and daffodils pose
As the audience to the frames,
Hence, the fauna sing and cheer
To these nature games.
Seems a high blunt taste
Seems a beautiful waste
Such an elegant shade
Why is it to fade?
Ribs so grey made?
Cities blind in chase
Pictures greased to phrase
Just as the cloudy air planes that soar above
Once playful raindrops, now gloomy love
Off painted scapes they shove
Colors in history glowed childishly
Every tint of earth poured meaningfully
Eyes to see beyond what is to be seen
Textures and radiance never better then what could have been
Pinnacle in the canvas of the wind so lean
Glass works sculpted of broken diamonds too keen
Else Heaven bend to re-imagine
And Avast! The door closes in ease,
With the last spark of lantern left undone
The question of whose story shall unravel and whose will be guarded.
The one who faints to the rhythm of my restless words
One who bows down to the crevices in my white lies?
One who swallows the key to my freedom?
One who carves the cage apart with bare bleeding fingers?
One who exaggerates tales of vile demons before my eyes lock away the midnight?
One who defends my pity, pride and body as I lay unawakened?
One who leashes me to the plunder of bed as the house burns to bits?
One who summons the sun to feed me?
One who tells the moon to lay flowers on my unattend